Digital drawing · poetry · Science Fiction · Speculative Fiction

Dha Avenging Fhivaz: Destroy to create

Any of the path will be assimilated,

through which none of my limbs can mutter.

This I command.

Under the helm of my hand of destruction.

Under the bidding not of the two maniacs I have leash on.

For us three ,

I alone can

destroy one

syllable of my own.

So be it.

I see my quarry,

A nourishing promise,

A flurry of whatever I can destroy under the tip of all the beams.

Ahhh, destruction my sweet mistress here I come.

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