Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Lies of a dice
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
Treeheart
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
Hunger
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
Kelpkissed
Right as rain you wrapped me around and led me under raven wings through green-stemmed ravenwood gently along waterway, salt-marsh on paths only known to the spring, you led me […]
