The pain of the passing, undoubted, no warning as if mortal man of lesser knowing gave up the life freely. Shaking, trembling as only the last day of summer can. The tale of bitter ale, quenching the thirst of life, from barren lands up mountains and mounds. A sun is setting over desert and dust, an empty chair topples and dies.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.