morning fog the dragon heart yearns to dream in languages no tongue has ever known
Tag: Singapore
i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear
i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being
in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos
the autumn moon calls me kin and every step forward breaks the bones of creation
each severed neck births a new verse a raucous melody
in a world that unravels faster than stories can stitch it
made eternal or devoured every star trembles in its cosmic cage
a wizard squints into the storm: this will summon a dragon or a cat that will burn the world
a thousand armies march boots grinding ancient stars to dust
