Poetry Drafts / 18 June 2020

of Masters and Conjurings

I feel uneasy,
Around you I no longer trust,
The last of time is
Ours, yet here I stand, naked and
Sober.

Crying the last of us,
You the wolf,
I …
We; … and moon above.

The howling, and the shivering of
Stars, I hurt without bleeding as you
Moan, as you cry, as you find the
Sought after: the will of Master

& Conjuring

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.