OmegaUnderneath the dark green branches of the tallest spruce he waits, his eyes glowing embers burning through the fabric of reality. His horns are proud piercing spirals of bone and his crescent claws rest calmly upon the gnarled roots of the tree that dive down into infinity.Omega5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ecstatic from the blood flowing along its neck, the white deer raises its eyes at the cold silver light of the morning star. Ghosts with their tails tied around the trees caress the fading footprints. Only the seeress is there to feed them dewdrops from her hands.
Black snakes devour the threads left over from the weaving of god, turning them into silver sigils among the darkened moss. Tears are hung on spiderwebs closing her within the glade. Fungi grow from her shadow, their roots bifurcating around her buried coal heart.
If you were to see all there is to see,
Soul wide open staring into the depths,
Until the living fled from your ancient eyes,
Would you not wish the world to end?