Author name: 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.

The Magus

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

One Friday night in a
Youthful January
In a year long ago
Sadly forgotten

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Footprints left in cold
Winter's night
Snow thick across the
Frozen town bay

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Footprints ending at a
Hole in the brittle ice
Someone staggered
Homewards drunk

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

I should have been there
I should have known
Something of dread
Would befall him

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

We were friends
We shared the music
Rocked every boat
Drank and grew together

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Did they ever find him

Magnus

The boy who died

a Magus

The boy who perished

returned some say

Under a sheet of ice

to a snow-covered hell

The Magus

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

One Friday night in a
Youthful January
In a year long ago
Sadly forgotten

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Footprints left in cold
Winter's night
Snow thick across the
Frozen town bay

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Footprints ending at a
Hole in the brittle ice
Someone staggered
Homewards drunk

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

I should have been there
I should have known
Something of dread
Would befall him

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

We were friends
We shared the music
Rocked every boat
Drank and grew together

Did they ever find him
The boy who died
The boy who perished
Under a sheet of ice

Did they ever find him

Magnus

The boy who died

a Magus

The boy who perished

returned some say

Under a sheet of ice

to a snow-covered hell

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Muffled Walks in Solitude

I long for midwinter days
Muffled walks in solitude
Golden leaves uncovered โ€“
Ravens flying low

Days of trepidation in the
Land of shame and
Long shadows,
Sinful pleasures abound

I long for the ultimate caw
I carry the silver spoon
Awaiting her final call โ€“
Descending

Days of fey nagging
Eyes untouching
Paws pouncing

... Death

Muffled Walks in Solitude

I long for midwinter days
Muffled walks in solitude
Golden leaves uncovered โ€“
Ravens flying low

Days of trepidation in the
Land of shame and
Long shadows,
Sinful pleasures abound

I long for the ultimate caw
I carry the silver spoon
Awaiting her final call โ€“
Descending

Days of fey nagging
Eyes untouching
Paws pouncing

... Death

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Abysmal Aging

Should I be worried 
Should I be scared
As the memories of hugging
Eludes me

Should I be worried
Should I now scream
At the gates of the Goddess
Abandoning me

Should I be worried
Should I so swear
Never again to desire
A woman's hand

Should I be worried
Should I resent
Giving up the Nectar โ€“
Her divine touch

Should I be worried
Should I be scared
As the memories of you
Rapidly fades

Abysmal Aging

Should I be worried 
Should I be scared
As the memories of hugging
Eludes me

Should I be worried
Should I now scream
At the gates of the Goddess
Abandoning me

Should I be worried
Should I so swear
Never again to desire
A woman's hand

Should I be worried
Should I resent
Giving up the Nectar โ€“
Her divine touch

Should I be worried
Should I be scared
As the memories of you
Rapidly fades

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

The Poet’s Silence

There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's
Silence

The is no truth between the stars
No path set straight or
Unaligned

There is no truth beneath silver skies
No earthen land to enrich a broken
Mind

There is no truth in barren soil
No strong roots supporting leafy
Oaks

There is no truth in roots growing
No foundation for a mindful life
Propaganda

There is no truth in dusty books
No pattern of prosperity for its
Following

The is no truth in common tongue
No metaphors fit for the gathering
Crowd

There is no truth in poetic platitudes
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's

Silence

The Poet’s Silence

There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's
Silence

The is no truth between the stars
No path set straight or
Unaligned

There is no truth beneath silver skies
No earthen land to enrich a broken
Mind

There is no truth in barren soil
No strong roots supporting leafy
Oaks

There is no truth in roots growing
No foundation for a mindful life
Propaganda

There is no truth in dusty books
No pattern of prosperity for its
Following

The is no truth in common tongue
No metaphors fit for the gathering
Crowd

There is no truth in poetic platitudes
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's

Silence

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Dawn of Divinity

Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers
Cast aside

Fingers crossed and searching
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly

From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar

The innocent meeting of flesh
As dawn turn to
Silver
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