Musings of a Shaman
A void of grating scales,
seeps electrifying purple fumes.
Tiamat’s crimson blood drips Iike jewels of Gaia.
The sound, all that is, the sound – rushing, echoing like stars both born and dead.
Tag: Tiamat
A void of grating scales,
seeps electrifying purple fumes.
Tiamat’s crimson blood drips Iike jewels of Gaia.
The sound, all that is, the sound – rushing, echoing like stars both born and dead.