09 / Consumed Variants
The King Breathes
Consumed by a Funeral Star — Entropy Cuts
The crowned giant turns in slow violence Bands of cloud wound like old scars Storms circle without age or mercy A red wound refuses to close Lightning crawls beneath endless vapor Pressure stacks oceans of air No ground answers the weight above Only depth arguing with itself Rotation becomes a sentence Written again and again Gravity speaks in low thunder And nothing interrupts Children orbit the throne in silence One cracked open like a split bone Fire leaks from its buried veins Another hides water under frozen skin Salt and shadow seal its depths A smooth face masks an older sea All are held in patient arcs Never allowed to drift free Tides stretch them into obedience Pulling faith from stone and ice Each one sings in borrowed gravity Listening to the king breathe A scorched child dragged too close Held by a grip that never loosens Skin split by relentless pull The ground twisted into wounds Mountains breathe fire instead of air Plumes rise like open fractures Sulfur paints the surface sick Color where life should not be No water calms the heat No crust allowed to rest Pressure kneads the stone soft Friction writes the landscape Every step would sink or burn Every silence breaks itself Orbit is a sentence And the sentence never ends A pale child sealed in white Skin smooth as held breath Cracks web the surface Like thoughts trying to escape A pale child sealed in white Skin smooth as held breath Cracks web the surface Like thoughts trying to escape Ice stretched thin by distant fire A shell hiding restless depth Dark lines bleed across the face Not scars, but doors Salt stains mark old movement Frozen tides remember pull Below, water never sleeps Pressed warm by unseen heat No light A heavy child carrying its own pull Iron hidden beneath frozen skin Scarred plains stitched with ancient blows Memory cratered into the face The surface tells of long forgetting Old violence cooled and kept Grooves stretch like frozen rivers Tracing paths that once moved Beneath An old child left at the edge Far from the constant pull Surface battered into silence Layer upon layer of scars No smooth skin remains Only impact stacked on impact History written without erasure Every age still visible The ground never healed Just endured Cracks filled with darker memory Cold settling into permanence Nothing stirs beneath the shell No fire No hidden An old child left at the edge Far from the constant pull Surface battered into silence Layer upon layer of scars No smooth skin remains Only impact stacked on impact History written without erasure An old child left at the edge Far from the constant pull Surface battered into silence Layer upon layer of scars No smooth skin remains Only impact stacked on impact History written without erasure Every age still visible The ground never healed Just endured Cracks filled with darker memory Cold settling into permanence Nothing stirs beneath the shell No fire No hidden sea Only accumulated time Orbit wide and detached Watching the others strain inward Keeping its distance And remembering everything Orbit wide and detached Watching the others strain inward Keeping its distance And remembering everything New age grinds against cold stone Dusted rings mourning in silence Trails drawn faint over ancient wounds Gravity weak but never absent A pale monument cast in shadow No warmth infringes the crust Glass veins thread the ancient ice Dark matter stains the memory Slow turns mark the measure of loss Eons compacted in brittle layers Every scar the echo of impact Every layer refusing peace Memory spirals outward forever Unbroken by return Distant monarch encircled by luckless heirs Silent, still collecting timeBack to Consumed by a Funeral Star — Entropy Cuts