Poetry Drafts / 11 June 2021

The Purge

 I vowed to steal
 A single word
 From a page
 In a script
 Long forgotten,

 Left on a shelf in the
 Darkest of convents
 Covered in cobwebs
 Enchanted by hexe,
 The book of eld
 Summoned me

 I vowed to scatter its
 Ashes before me as
 I prayed for her 
 blessings –
 
 Oh  My Lady, Hear me!
 
 My precious Lady of
 The Moon gather
 Accept my offering of
 A single word scorched,

 Once bred by sorcery
 Magic old as the heavens
 This word is now – obsolete
 
 I vowed to continue the
 Mission of purging until
 Every single word had
 
 Ceased,
  
 Until every poet
 In the land stood erect
 Silently wishing 
 They had taken
 Better care of
 
 Their legacy

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.