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Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Timid waters
Fall to shore
Beneath the stars
And shattered oar
Where dim mists linger
Long after dawn
And the voices echo
Of those since gone
Ah, timid waters
Wash away
All the guilt
Of yesterday
Let our souls
Be at ease
Come the night
And ocean breeze
That we may walk
The shattered shore
Where the Moon lies
To shine no more
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Solemn they loom
Those ancient vague colossi
Unfazed by the hurricane sands
As they guard the way below

Down where their watch ends
Does that great gate lie
The gate to the underworld
The dread crypts of Amlygmynon

Since time immemorial has it been sealed
Undisturbed by nature or man
And rightfully has it laid dormant
For what lies beyond is madness

Old terrors and vengeful gods
Lie in wait within the mazes below
To reign over our world once more
As they did when the world was young

And chief among them Amylgmynon
The very shadow that still lingers
Within the back of all our minds
The feeling of being watched

Ineffable Ruler of the Unknown
Ever vigilant of his fallen kingdom
While he sleeps long eons by
Waiting for the seal to be broken
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
The past is forgotten
And the future is unknown
We live in the present
Murky and limitless
In what can be achieved
Neither past nor future
Have any recollection of us
The past only distant hopes
The future only half remembered dreams
We exist between destinations
We are not the ones who left
Long ago on this jounrey
Nor are we the ones
Who will arrive on distant shores
In far off eternities
We are all there is
And all there is, is now
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Broken down over wartorn years
That brave old colossus
What her remnants stood for
Scare few remember  
Though her damaged legs
Now rest below the waves
Her bright torch yet shines
Guiding wayward souls
To the Republic fallen
That it may rise again with her
In great Phoenix glory
To stand atop the shattered world
An unending flame
A beacon of distant hope
To all the poor, tired, huddled masses
To the wretched refuse, homeless
And tempest tossed
A beacon whose meaning is clear


The Colossus has been reborn
Inspired by Emma Lazarus’ the New Colossus
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
I’m sorry
Or at least I’d like to be
For building you up in my mind
As something you could never be
I want to get to know you
No matter how long it takes
I just hope you can forgive me
For all my past mistakes
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
I think I'm doing well
But then I fall flat on my face
I always try my best
Or maybe not
I can't tell anymore

I try so hard
Not to expect failure
But even at my most optimistic
The dark tendrils of doubt
Always creep into my mind

I want just once
To succeed at the game
That I never seem to win
Though the first step
Is knowing my mistakes

And I'm not even
Good enough at the game
To know where my faults are
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Brick and stone
The river near
I hold your hand
Out on the pier
The sun drifts beneath
The purple sky
On days like this
I wonder why
Why you chose
To hold my hand
And walk this path
To unknown lands
But  soon my question
Fades in your eyes
As the sun sinks low
And the moon does rise
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