Galdorcræft Þære Forscruncenan Tungan:
🜐 Follow Sagitta, the Arrow
And you'll find truth like rotting marrow.
Where a zipper is pulled on secrets you keep. 🜓
Opening like a sideways grin,
Each tooth torn asunder.
Cracked like bones leaking,
And kissed by corpses with a hollow hunger.
Beneath the willow's sway,
A hanged man speaks truth within decay.
Each word spoken,
A crimson letter.
Listen to the vespers,
Ripping the sutures of the sin.
Creaking back and forth he speaks,
Of the knot your mother made.
As a blackened tongue will preach,
Of the wounded maw.
The man, the root, and the mouth-
An archer the same.
To speak the name,
The rope drawn taut.
To maim.
To aim, when stars align.
Now stories fly both far and wide.
~Ærinẞøng~
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC
Galdorcræft Þære Forscruncenan Tungan:
🜐 Follow Sagitta, the Arrow
And you'll find truth like rotting marrow.
Where a zipper is pulled on secrets you keep. 🜓
Opening like a sideways grin,
Each tooth torn asunder.
Cracked like bones leaking,
And kissed by corpses with a hollow hunger.
Beneath the willow's sway,
A hanged man speaks truth within decay.
Each word spoken,
A crimson letter.
Listen to the vespers,
Ripping the sutures of the sin.
Creaking back and forth he speaks,
Of the knot your mother made.
As a blackened tongue will preach,
Of the wounded maw.
The man, the root, and the mouth-
An archer the same.
To speak the name,
The rope drawn taut.
To maim.
To aim, when stars align.
Now stories fly both far and wide.
~Ærinẞøng~
