Passage
Our hearts will ring hollow in the silence of the clearcut Where our hungry ghosts stalk the scalped hills And we'll find no sign on these slopes and fields Nor in the fate we have written in the scars of the land Land-drinker, your truth is unspoken Wretchedly you climb, content to gnaw on the bones of your children Our lungs to the fumes, teeth to the grindstone Our eyes splintered in unsleeping light Oathbreaker, your hope has unraveled There is a warp in the world that flies from the cleft in your tongue Sallow folds of painted rust Splint of the bone, wrack of the writ caught in the teeth of the wheel The earth has burned Black beneath our feet Yet still beneath the coil of the withered root There is still life in the silence
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
If the dam were to break Before the forest withers If we were to find our way Before the rivers run dry Unchain the waters Let your northstars pierce the wrath and the ruin To be an axis and an anchor for the seasons Fording the currents, seeking passage
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Oh solar fume, may we drift never further and come never closer We, the parched land aching for a drink In the fallow dew we would have followed you But for the rain refusing to fall When we're cast from the shores and left to the drought Tossed in the currents of venomous thought Eyes shut, teeth clenched Straining against the changes Scying and searching the signs of the skies A glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood Facing the storm within Finding the courage to breath Souls pour molten in the crucible Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes Strength hard won, memories lost The waried road far from home The long arm of spiral coiling within To weather the storm again To weather the storm within
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
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Ex Nihilo In rapturous fury Tearing us apart, stripping the flesh from the bone Ascending through darkness Returning to form again Ashes rise high from this storm of life and death We cry out for the death of our mother Wolf's paw, crow's eye, scale of the serpent The center is empty, the center is full Spine of the mountain, twist of the river The center is empty, the center is full I have become the coiling fire
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026