Shadow wax
And shadow wane
Cast by the one
Who's left unnamed

He wanders about
In the dead of night
Feeding on fears,
And dreams of light

Perhaps you've seen him
that tall cloaked man
Who wanders the world
With scythe in hand

Leaves fall
Flutter in the air
Sun shines bright
Causing a glare

Mountains stretch
Above the clouds
Birds chip
And call aloud

Just take it in
For what it's all worth
The scent of the forest
The Hum of the earth

The soft warm breeze
dancing about
The lush green trees
The tender sprout

The world is alive
And always will be
When I feel alone
This comforts me

There is no "balance"
Between good and evil

To be good
Is to be in harmony,
To be in harmony,
Is to be balanced

Evil has no place
In the universe


- Hadrian Veska

He came from the seas
With fire at his back
His homeland shrouded in smoke

For days he walked
Below the old stars
Sleeping beneath the tall oaks


Until he came to a church
Abandoned and near ruined
A place of the gods that he knew

Removing his armor
He kneeled down and prayed
While behind him long shadows grew

In the midst of his orison
Did he fall into sleep
Brought not by his own weary mind

Then down he was dragged
In dream and in space
Never once looking behind

Fallen victim he had
To the Queen of these lands
Who none would ever suspect

A sly young pythoness
Herself ensnared
Chosen as the Hollow One's elect

Skilled with his hands
In forming the clay
But not with his words
As many did say
He spoke with water
And his spinning wheel
A man of no words
Yet one could feel
The struggles he had
In the vessels he made
Without signal or voice
A message conveyed
That indeed we all toil
Beneath a ceaseless sun
Striving to reach again some day
The Garden in which we begun

Less than a drop in the bucket,
like all men destined to be forgotten.
A quiet comfort,
That brief spark
Before everlasting obscurity.

They ask you when you're growing up
"What do you want to be?"
Don't answer them.
It doesn't matter who or what you are,
It matters what you do.

The stars are bound
Trapped inside hideous malformities
That now claim our sky
And all its light therein

They glide and twirl
With a sickening elegance
Carrying off our prisoner stars
Beyond where eyes can see

Think

If indeed you still can

To the time before you were born

That vague murky half remembered feeling

Of uninterrupted stasis

Of knowing all that there is

Which is nothing

A contentment in obscurity

Both of body and mind

A time, or more appropriately a place

Where conscious and unconscious are one

Where all things intertwine and weave together

Remember it, for therein lies the key

Just think

Only for a moment

Recall it

If indeed you still can

First to rise
Second to see
All creation
On bended knee

Third of heaven
And fourth of night
One that was
Before the light

Fifth to watch
And last to stand
Above the ashes
That once were man

A blank white screen
In a empty dark room

Far howling wind
And the rattling of bones

Thick closed curtains
Ever under watch

From sunken orbits
Devoid of occupants

I watch them pass
Perhaps far away
Perhaps close by
I can no longer tell

Their movements are strange
Loose and half ethereal
As thought they walk the earth
On legs not trained by it

The sky I once knew
Is not where it used to be
And neither is my heart
In this strange world

The heavens drip
And the stars look fragile
Laying at the bottom
Of an ever blackening sea

Down in my sealed off heart
I build a fortress of many parts
With great gates and unbreachable walls
Tall towers and deep columned halls
Measure upon measure to ensure
My fragile heart might endure

Ill words drip like molasses,
And then hang in the air.
Swirling slowly,
Never wholly,
Said with any care.

Come we must away
Down a path never walked
Through towering forests
And the depths of the earth

Ever wanderers shall we be
No matter how long our journey
Or to what secret places we go
There is no place we call home

Yes wanderers are we
Both cursed and blessed
Beyond all measure
With the night as our blanket

And the moon our only friend

A silver blue light
Dimly illuminates the forest path

The moon hangs hidden
Behind the thick black trees

What season it was here
I could not be certain

But the air was chilled
And the muted colors surreal

The very trees seemed to breath
Exhaling long forgotten secrets

I continued on the forest path
That seemed to twist before my eyes

Losing all sense of direction
I sat at the root of a Gilrod tree

I closed my eyes and listened
Hearing a strange yet familiar tune

It was the humming of the Earth
That sweet and ancient song

The sound one can only hear
In the deep places of the world

That long ago
Have been forgotten

A lone dimming light
Was all that remained

A white dwarf star
On the verge of death

The star recalled its youth
In ages long past

Where once many species
Lived beneath its nurishing light

Now there were none
And had not been for untold millenia

Only one of the thousands
Had survived the star's long life

And they had left its heliosphere
Many eons ago

But the fading star took solace
That its ancient light

Might yet reach them
For untold cycles to come

As a single point of hope
A reminder of home

There was a magnificent burst of light
Followed by a stellar silence

Vibrant colors and gases
Suspended where the sun once was

A brilliant newborn nebula
To mark that ancient stars grave

And perhaps its children
might return one day

And pay their respects
To the long dead sun

The flame eludes us
Passed to the west long ago
Gone into hiding
It does not wish to be found
The dread hunt it
As they have for generations
Across seas of water and sand
Now more than ever
Does our fate lie in finding it
To rekindle what we’ve found
Buried so deep below
To be our salvation
From the ever looming moon

The sky is overcast today
I feel as though it’s an omen
Of what I am not certain
But it will remain
In the back of my mind
Until I self fulfill
The prophecy I set for myself

A gentle streaming waterfall
Flows to that silvery pool
Nestled down and away
From most curious eyes
Save for mine is course

In the dull evening hours
I would sit on the walkway
Narrow and overgrown
That led down into that basin
Where the water collected
And flowed to some underground spring

There would I see him
Sitting on the water's edge
A seemingly week build man
In a set of well worn robes
That bore no symbol
Or design I could recognize

I felt after many visits
That he knew of my presence
As if his awareness reverberated
Up from the water And bounced
Off the close rock walls to locate me
Without his need to look

Yet I never spoke to him
Or descended further
Down those precariously worn steps
To that silvery pool below
For I knew ever so vaguely

That the one I had seen there
At the edge of those waters
I should not ever meet

I'm foolish.
I know its true,
But they tell me I am foolish
For all the wrong reasons.

They tell me I'm foolish
For believing in something more;
For not buying in
To the nihilism of the day.

They tell me I'm foolish
For not accepting their truth,
When they themselves
Call truth relative.

I know I'm a fool
And I know I'm not wise,
But I'm not dumb enough
To believe this is all chance.

That you and I,
The plants and trees,
This beautiful world,
And the stars above,

Where all a grand accident.
Systems upon systems
Arising from nothing
For no purpose at all.

Even a fool can see
That there is something more,
Something more to this life
Than random chance and time.

There is a brilliance in everything,
From an atom to a galaxy.
Everything is connected
Because that is the way they were made.

Not a slow mindless progression
Of positive accidents
That somehow across millennia
Produced irreducibly complex systems,

But a guided process,
By a steady hand.
Giving everything its purpose,
Including you and I.

It is no wonder the meaning of life
Is asked so often,
By people who deny
That life has any meaning.

The meaning was there all along,
Whether it is denied or not.
There it yet remains
Patiently waiting.

For the simple eyes of a fool,
Who sees things as how they are
And not how someone else
Wants them to be.

Eyes we are none
And none do we see
Down in the vaults
Of antiquity

Ever to guard
Vigil without sight
The tomb of one lost
Beyond the still night

A solitary wanderer
Known only to a few
He walked the path
Under the ancient yew


Across vast forests
And places of the deep
Through frozen lands
And forgotten keeps


Not a seeker of wealth
Or for that matter fame
Whenever he was asked
He'd not tell his name


Ever forging on
Beyond the edge of earth
To one day find
His own life's worth


He became a hero
To those lost in the dark
A beacon of hope
Wherever his mark


And though he was lost
Disappeared long ago
His tale carried on
So that all may know


Of the forgotten story
Great myth passed by
The legend of a man
Known only as I

Alabaster dyed
A trembling voice sighed
Sheets of amber gold
Someone close to hold

For when the world
Washes away

Unto the sun
Walk and burn
Our feathers singe
When will we learn
That distant mirage
Shifting and sweet
Serves nothing more
Than aching feet
Yet walk we do
In vain march on
Not breaking rank
Until we are gone

Frozen moon in deep antiquity,
Locus of the great facility;

Where myriad souls silent wait,
For the long since coming fate.

Stars go out and fall in space,
The tugging of a loosened lace.

They come, they will, and in their hand,
Time lies broken leaking sand.

God loved us and made us
Yet left us alone
Giving us the choice
To make on our own

And that path before us
Is difficult at best
Where loved ones die
And are laid to rest

The world is cruel
And yet we all laugh and smile
If we can do that here
Imagine heaven for a while

No pain or heartache
For all are one
There's always light
For God is the sun

Everyone is family
And no one's left out
No schedules or deadlines
To worry about

Upon these thoughts
Can one not say
It was worth the wait
Of our earthly stay?

I think these things
On calm cool nights
When the west winds blow
From beyond the heights

When the world is quiet
And the stars my light
I close my eyes
And fade into the night

A dream of eyes
Ever watching
From distant nebula
Perceiving all

A steady gaze
Piercing through
The stars themselves
Intently waiting

For the signs
To appear in the heavens
The dimming of the stars
And the waning of the light

Two in the nest
And twelve in a box
Cold winter morning
Thick wool socks

A sunrise song
Red against white
From snow covered trees
Their maiden flight

Out the window
It may seem cold
Yet the world is full
Of stories to be told

A stumbling shape
Of undetermined form
Not flowing,
But twisting and contorting

Bent beyond breaking
Like a young green branch
It calls out in pain
With a silent voice it beckons

Hoping to be heard
Against the drowning dark
But there is no answer
Nor will there ever be

To love, one must first learn
To know and love themselves.
Without this understanding,
There can be no such thing as love.
Only simple infatuation.

A desire to fill the empty space,
Where self should reside.


- Hadrian Veska

Moonless and still
Will the raven stars rise
The heavens to swell
In the far eastern skies

They tore them all down
Raised our cities and ports
Until only one yet stood
The tower city of Babel

From there we were scattered
But not before some of us escaped
Launched beyond the stars
Our desperate and final hope

If any survived
Or if through the millennia
Our children rise again
We left a hidden guide

When the time is right
The Black Knight will appear
Bearing that forgotten message
That will unite us once again

In the light
Of strange and distant suns

We are afriad.
Now, more than ever.
Turn off your tv,
Your phone,
Your computer.
Just listen,
Watch.

And you will understand why.

Did you see the great white pyramids
Before the oceans swallowed them whole?
Did you see the great colossus
Before his head rested on a shoal?

Did you hear of far off empires
Plated in gold and amber sweet?
Did you watch the distant storms
Bringing rain over endless fleets?

And did you see that great star
That fell headlong into the sea
And froze the world over
Ages before you or me?

Did you witness the human spirit
That refused to fall or die
Though his monuments had crumbled
And his children began to cry?

Are you proud to call those forebears
Your fathers from of old
And will you carry their mantle
and build a better world?

"Don't strive to know everything,
because everything has a habit of changing more often than you would think."

-Hadrian Veska

Ah yes, I've seen you.
Many and myriad times
Through the old looking glass.

Once it was used
To observe the celestials,
Now it lies dormant.

Unused, save for my studies
In the twilight hours
Between dusk and dawn.

Yet no matter my subject,
Each night you appear
Stunningly before my eyes.

Amid the stars and constellations
Bathed in soft and distant light;
You radiate a heavenly glow.

But though I see you,
I know not where you are.
You are wholly foreign to me.

A far off dream,
A dream that dissapears
With the coming of the light.

There is such a thing as morality.
Its proof is evident in guilt.


-  Hadrian Veska

Noodles and broth swirl
With specs of oil and vegetables
Around with a turn of my fork

The air is stale and stagnant
Only an occasional rush
Of a breeze comes down from the entrance

There was no one else in the shop
A small ramen pop up
On the edge of the subway platform

People walked busily
Back and forth, up and down
To their trains and cabs above

I couldn’t say who any of them were
But I was fascinated watching them
As I sat and waited for her

I’m sure she never even left
She was probably still in the keys
On a pontoon below the afternoon sun

With the wind in her hair
And some one else’s arms
Wrapped about her

The sky was dark and overcast
A solemn warm rain fell down
On a field of dead bodies
Rays of dim grey light
Pierced through thick clouds

They walked among the battlefield
That was now all but silent
The only sound to be heard
Were broken banners blowing in the wind
And hollow footsteps pressing into the mud

They always appeared after battle
Surveying the death and destruction
Kneeling and sharing their sorrow
Those ancient souls of war
That fought when the sun was still young

Great warriors long forgotten
To the places they once called home
Courageous heroes of old
Cursed to walk for all eternity
Those Knights of the Fallen Earth

We have our problems
Yeah I know
There are some places
We need to grow
But all I want
Wherever I go

Is you right there
Beside me

It's a lonsome world
Decayed, full of rot
And you the prince of it all
I will not be here for long
So in the time I yet remain
You must decide
Who it is you will be
For your enemies are naught
But destruction and darkness
And they will come for you
Once I am gone
Spreading like a sickness
As they did long ago
The heroes of old are gone
Their statues lie in rubble
No one remains to save you
Save for yourself young prince
And in time
You will know your own strength

Where is the world that might yet be
Beautiful, tranquil, calm and free

It is here still and may yet be found
Careless buried below shallow ground

Should we ever stand to then pursue
The world it is that once we knew

We shall find it was waiting before us

Patiently all along

Wandering flame
Don't let the shadows that dance around you
Frighten you or deter you from your path
They only grow larger
Because of your great light

The graves we pass are nameless
Weather worn and old
The mausoleums slumber
Dreamlessly to hold
The bones of those before us
Whomever they may be
Beneath the wonderous moon
And weeping willow tree

It's beautiful,
To run into someone that knows you,
Who you can't remember.

It reminds you that you exist,
Outside of your own mind.


-Hadrian Veska

Rise and fall
Ebb and flow
As tide does come
And tide does go
Raise on up
And settle down low
These are the things
That we do know

The emerald eves
Flow and fall
Down the sides
Of those ancient walls

Once a garden
Of gods unknown
Now but a maze
Long since overgrown

Visions though brief
Haunt men there
In the ivied belvedere
Of that sweet mountain air

The waters stirred before creation itself
A dark void of ancient things
Filled with unknown terrors
And deathless monstrosities

All these primordial creatures
Were slaughtered in due time
With the rise of man
And his endless ambitions

Yet some say they were not all destroyed
And that one of them yet lives
Sleeping in solitude
Below the thick black waves

And with the departure of the stars
He will dream once more
Waking from his slumber
To fill our world with eyes

Personality is the canvas of the will


- Hadrian Veska