Man, I just logged in to the Instagram app and โฆ sigh. Itโs a different beast altogether
Maybe I should revert to papyrus, to wax on solid rock, or soot on dead skin, to the parchment of the slainโฆ
Poetry Drafts
In the Forest of Forever
I am all shadow, all bark
Roots deep in the marshland of claws
I am roadkill abandoned
Car chase disaster unrecoverable
I am the walking dead, one
Crash test dummy laughing
I am all shadow, all bark
In the forest of forever
In the Forest of Forever
I am all shadow, all bark
Roots deep in the marshland of claws
I am roadkill abandoned
Car chase disaster unrecoverable
I am the walking dead, one
Crash test dummy laughing
I am all shadow, all bark
In the forest of forever
Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil
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