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Random Unsorted Drafts / 13 January 2019

There was a flash,

a trigger of thought,

a vibration of joy,

as I saw the Book of Witches

There was a howling inside,

Wake up! Wake up!

as I recalled the urges,

and the smell of Brimstone

There was a path once revealed,

long forgotten; lower yields,

upon the face of Lady Death,

my Mistress; I place my lips

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.