🪶ᝰInkbourn {e}🗝.ᐟ

When her dance finishes, there’s no sound.

The stars hang still, the oceans remember nothing, and even the gods forget their names. Shiva lies beneath her — no longer corpse, no longer consciousness — just presence.

Kali pauses. The fire fades to a soft glow on her skin. Her tongue withdraws.Her eyes close — and in that blink, the universe sighs out.

For one breath, there is only her heartbeat. And then… the heartbeat becomes every heartbeat. The dark becomes fertile again. Within the void, a ripple: light, form, laughter, the first cry of another creation.

She never stopped; she only changed rhythm.

If you truly are a poet... You. Will. Burn. Forever.

I am the moon, that though I howl;

I'd rather the night than the day.

They cast a curse upon your light.

If I cry, the demons emerge feint.

When can I see you...

Without out all the confusion...

Is it a word, is it a poem?

Advice or a command?

Someone will know.

Someday; I'lll find you.

The black and white of a pen to paper,

the black and blue of a bruised heart.

If you truly are a poet... You. Will. Burn. Forever.