The Inevitable Embrace
You are beautiful, I cannot lie.A face like frost on autumn’s breath,A hand that stills the raging tide,A voice that hums in halls of death. You drape the world in quiet silk,Silver-threaded, soft, serene.A kiss as cold as mother’s milk,A love unseen, yet evergreen. I see you, Death, I know your grace,The way you whisper, […]
Upon the Midnight’s Throne
Upon the midnight’s shadowed crest,where wayward souls in silence meet,two bodies found their fateful rest,where time and tide in passion fleet. The breath of night was thick and low,as trembling fingers traced desire,slow murmurs, hushed in molten flow,unraveled fate in tongues of fire. The silken dusk, a willing shroud,concealed their sins, yet bore their cries;as […]
The Thousand-Eyed Veil
The first time I saw the Veil, it was behind my reflection. I was washing my face, water dripping from my chin, eyes burning from exhaustion. I looked up at the mirror, and there it was—hanging over my shoulder, rippling like silk caught in a slow-motion breeze. It wasn’t a shadow, nor a trick of […]
To the One Who Holds the Sky
A hush where dawn and dusk entwine,your hands weave time in golden thread.The stars dissolve in silver wine,whispering vows the sun once said,and lingers there, unshed. The river bends, though never breaks,it carves the stone, yet leaves no scar.A song it hums but never takes,the world may pull, but from afar,it knows just what you […]
The Vanishing Point
There’s a street I used to walk every day. A narrow road, uneven in places, where rainwater pooled in forgotten dips along the pavement. I knew every crack, every familiar turn. At the far end, just before it curved out of sight, there was a small tea stall. The kind that never changed, no matter […]
The Weight of the Wind
Elias sat alone in his apartment, the hum of the city bleeding through the walls like a relentless tide. The muffled sounds of car horns, hurried footsteps, and distant conversations were once a melody he cherished. Now, they felt like static—constant, overwhelming, and empty. His apartment bore the marks of a life lived well enough: […]