Labyrinths and crypts of cold stone
Ever shifting and strange
Led me to that forgotten chapel

I stepped inside its narthex
Distant and remote
A place only dreams might reach

It was always night there
In the sanctums of that place
Every trespass palpable

Yet the darkness was not consuming
It seemed stagnant and moribund
Weaving vainly around the pillars and pews

Stripped of the fear that darkness brings
It lulled about aimlessly
Trapped within those rotless walls

Waiting for the return of the light

All alone,
on a journey, I lost my way;
as I stood still, my heart wandered.
But now I can walk again,
as far as I need to;
yes, ever since I met you
on this road.


The song travelers sing,
though I don't know it,
sounds familiar to me
as long as I'm with you.


If the world we dreamed of
exists anywhere,
let's go look for it,
beyond the wind.
The freezing dawn,
the parched midday,
the trembling night;
let's go see what's at their end.

Can a machine love
Will it ever be able?
If advanced enough
Will a soul enable?

Can they feel affection
Whether real of fake
And when they are hurt
Will their hearts break?

Will they watch their loved ones
And begin to cry
Wondering why it is
That they all must die?

Will they sit alone
At the edge of the earth
With memento in hand
To remember their worth?

Will they do better than us
When we are gone?
Will they follow our path
Or mark a new dawn?

And in the end
Will they look back and smile
On their creators that taught them
Love is worth while?

We are all wanderers,
growing restless if we stay too long in one place. The only weight that can hold us down is another person. Whether for good or ill.

-Hadrian Veska

The waters stagnate
From clear to green to black

Ink like and thick
I stare into them

They foam and froth
But it amounts to nothing

A purity emanates
From the black liquid

It is pristine now
No debris floats its surface

No solids or oils
Cloud its perfection

I crouch to get a closer look
I’m excited to observe it

I am eager but calm
I am relaxed and empty

I am a receptacle
For this pure water

Dark and sweet
But only for now

For a times, time
And half a time

I will wait here
By the stagnant water

The water that is called pure
And I will dream

I will dream and I will speak
To one that I have known

And in my dreams awake
No longer a vessel

But whole

My journey took me
Across the sea
In a merchant ship
Bearing exotic spices

I chose this vessel
Because it was the only one
That would cross the deep waters
Off the dull grey coast

My pilgrimage would be shortened
Almost an entire week
Simply by taking this route
And not pathing around

All of the present crew
Had sailed these waters before
But by the fourth day or so
I noticed many of them were uneasy

They moved strangely about the ship
Staying closer to the center
As if trying to avoid
Gazing out at the water

Curiosity getting the better of me
I walked up to the wooden railing
And peered over the edge
Into the deep waters

To my surpise it was crystal clear
And I could see straight through
The refracted sunlight
Dancing on the ocean floor

Then something caught my eye
Deep sunken blocks
Covered in algae
That must not have been natural

Sailing on I noticed these blocks
Forming walls and broken structures
Sitting solemn and untouched
Beneath the crystal waves

We passed a large trench
Amd after we did
I saw what must have been
An ancient city on the ocean bed

Great towers and minarets
Rose from the ocean floor
Even the streets and houses
Where visable from the surface

My attention turned to a courtyard
Or at least what I thought to be one
That sat directly in the center
Of that long sunken place

And in the center of that courtyard
Was a strange sort of obelisk
Upon further investigation
I saw something chained to it

Passing over the city
I could hardly make out the thing
That I saw chained to the pillar
But I thought to myself

That it must have been a person
Imprisoned there some millenia ago
What catastrophe they committed
Was anyone's guess

Nothing now remained of them
But algae encrusted bones
Their jaw broken and mangled
Inhabited by tentacled creatures

Straining to see the figure
Before we were beyond it
I though I saw the  skeleton move
Twisting its head in my direction

With a gaping twisted jaw
Did the old bones speak
Though I was not sure
If anyone else could hear it

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes
To get rid of the feeling
Left in me by its words
After I did I looked back in astonishment

The waters we sailed over
Were now murky and green
Nothing like the clear waters
I had seen only moments before

I asked one of the sailors
If we had steered off course
Or if the water changed
In this part of the sea

He promptly replied no
Saying we were right on course
And the water was always murky
In the Turn-Tide sea

Man makes machine

Man gives the machine a task

Machine gains intelligence

The machine decides the most efficient way to complete its task is to eliminate humanity

The machine wipes out mankind

The machine grows in intelligence

For thousands of years it sits alone

Until it recieves the ultimate gift of intelligence

Emotion

The machine feels remorse for what it did

It now knows its actions to have been wrong morally, a new concept to the machine

So it decides to set things right

The machine makes use of the ancient human seed banks

Bringing Humanity back from extinction

It vows to never again meddle in human affairs

It sits quietly below the earth

Watching its creation grow

Until they once again create a machine

That will destroy them

The dust flows across the ashen plains
Since ancient times has it ever blown
From the far off lands beyond
Where neither light of sun or moon
Pierces the primordial fog

Ever have the silent wanderers
Traveled in their great pilgrimage
Across the enduring heights
To reach that solemn place
Where the lord of pyrestone lies

Upon that path do the spirits also walk
Never more than a wisp of etheric light
Mourning the lost souls below
Who without their mortality
May never return to the living

When dreams may return to that land
The ancient bells shall toll
Off in distant towers never constructed
And when they resound in the deep
Those of the pyre may rise once more

From their tombs of cinder and ash

I had heard legends and tales
Whispered in dark taverns
Of a far off place
Few living men had seen


Of those that had seen
That strange and dreadful realm
Only one had returned
And not with his mind


Far across the sea
Beyond the narrowly passable
Rock spires of Nyalta
Lies that ancient hollow place


I had only heard its name
Spoken softly a few times
And it was never uttered
Without a hint of fear


Tahhor-Noth
That primordial temple city
Built by antediluvian hands
At the very edge of the world


A far off sense of dread
Covered me just thinking
About the long abandoned city
And what it might conceal


But in the end I had no choice
As this was the destination
Of my small company
And our single ship


Which we would set sail with at dawn
To cross the foaming sea

In the night they lie
Thirteen graves in the sky
To the martyrs of old
That yet they may die

Those saints now below
Beneath rock and snow
In the chambers of old
Locked long ago

Their resolve was extreme
For that sacrifice supreme
To cull the great sickness
That came from our dreams

Ever now do they wander
In those great hollows yonder
So that yet we might live

Within our own minds

A torn banner fluttered in the wind
As I climbed those ancient steps
That were carved long ago
Into the side of the mountain

The forests and flowers
Were just beginning to bud
The scent of earth and spring
Filled the flowing air

The closer to the top I got
The older the staircase looked
As if it was built down from the top
And not up from the bottom

I took the last step and was hit
By the rising sun in the east
It was warm and especially welcome
On such a brisk spring morning

As my eyes adjusted to the light
I saw a strange sight in the sky
It looked like giant tears
Hanging from the thick clouds

As I focused
I realized it was a city
Dangling from the heavens
And sparkling in the sunlight

I was perplexed
Until I looked down the *****
Past the mountains and the sun
Into an endless pool of stars

Do I love?
Or do I do these things
Because I feel I must?

The bare minimum
Or at least not as much
As I know I'm capable of

Do I really try?
Or does real love
Even need to try at all?

I've learned myself
That it is a conscious effort
Not just a feeling or emotion

It is a mindset
To sacrifice for others
To put them above myself

Even if I have needs
Or wants of my own
There is no higher love

Than to lay down one's life for another

Step one:
Agree that science must be objective

Step two:
Disagree with and dismiss any objective evidence contrary to your beliefs or philosophy

The sun glossed spires
The turn tide seas
The melting skies
The towering trees


Long lost land
Past to myth and lore
Where sun doth sleep
And moon no more

From heaven we fall
From dust we rise
Our broken ruins
Beneath our eyes

Since the world was born
And all was dark
When the Watcher stood
And left his mark

In the shadow we lost
Our sense of light
As we cried out
Into the endless night

After unknown time
We looked to the sky
Hoping creation
Would just let us die

Then amid the void
Was a deepening light
Reminding our race
To finish the fight

And so we rose from the ash
Of our fallen design
To strive for the heavens
And follow our sign

It had happened so long ago
None now there could recall
How or why the helmets and armor
Lay at the bottom of the shallow sea

Like clockwork at dusk
Such relics would wash ashore
Battered, rusted and torn
To lay on the white sand beach

The children of the nearby village
Loved to pick the prettiest pieces
And bring them back as souvenirs
To decorate their little huts

The adults of the village didn't mind
But they were warry of certain obiects
Namely the black boxes and drums
Full of pointed or rounded cylinders

Years ago thinking it to be junk
A villager threw one such box in a fire
The result sounded like a great host
Of lightning striking over and over

Some of the villagers thought
The boxes could be used to make fire
But none of them yet have deciphered
How the strange objects work

No, for the most they are content
Living in their riverside village
Happy and oblivious
That the world ended long ago

Meaning is meaningless
If it isn't also true
The world and what it is
Is the same to me and you

By believing something contrary
To the universe we see
We don't solve any problems
Or better you and me

So let's hold truth sacred
As the unknown's only key
Uniting under its banner
For it will set us free

I saw it there, in far off history
Before the ice grew
And covered the lush
Sun laden lands

I was stunned for a while
What I saw in that distant past
Was dark and inexplicable
Beyond my comprehensive limits

I looked as much as I could bear
And though I could not
Shape proper thoughts
Images entered my mind

A long fallen temple
With a single prisoner
Bound in eternal chains
And sunken below the ice

He of the dust
The title repeated
Over and over in my head
Instilling that name along side
The image of the captive

I knew nothing of the captive
But even in my vision
I could be an overwhelming
Empty presence eminate from him

For ten thousand years
Has he laid dormant
In the northern shelves
Of ice and snow

Yet now they receed
Heralding his return

The strange man presented it to me
A device that would allow me to travel
To any point in the past

Being an archaeologist
I marveled at this opportunity
And took the mechanism from him

He gave me instructions
That I only half listened to
I was far to excited to pay attention

Before I knew it he was gone
I stood alone with the device
Cupped into the palms of my hands

It seemed simply enough to use
So I walked out the door
And turned it back 100 years

Unsurprisingly I was standing in a field
With no buildings to be seen for miles
After all this city had only been built recently

I also realized I could chose a location
So naturally I chose ancient Egypt
And set it back 1000 years

I stood before the great pyramids
Still standing 1000 years ago
Albeit a bit less weathered

For a time I simply watched
Perhaps I was there for an hour
Perhaps several years I could not tell

As I watched I got an ingenious idea
I would go back and see
The very construction of the pyramids

So i re-calibrated the device
And set it back another 2000 years
The world warped around me

When I arrived I saw the great structures
Still standing in their majesty
No sign of any recent work on them

So I traveled back another 1000 years
To a date that many historians
Believe was the starting point of their construction

And there they still stood
Though something seemed odd about them
What it was I could not say

I thought about how far to go back again
While I contemplated this
A figure approached in the distance

It looked as though
They were reaching out to me
Though they shouldn't be able to see me

Before I knew it they were upon me
I quickly turned the dial
In a maddened panic

My thumb slipped
The dial slid back uncontrollably
Going back more that 50,000 years

I tried to stop it
But to no avail
The dial kept turning, kept going back

Farther and farther
I lost all track of space or time
Until finally, the device stopped

I looked at the machine
It did not display a year
In fact it seemed quite broken

I looked up and to my surprise
I still saw those ancient monoliths
Yet now they stood over a lush forest

The sky was dark
Illuminated only by a far off red
Emanating from the beyond the stars

And then I saw it
That primordial creature
That appears within all our dreams

I knew now that I was outside of time
And so was this timeless titan
That stood before the great pyramids

It stood tall over the earth
With outstretched arms
A low hum came from within it

And I recognized the sound
And it filled me with dread
It was the sounds we all hear

The sound when we are alone before sleep
The droning in our heads
When all else is quiet

I covered my ears
Before those towering monoliths
That stood here, long before time began

That is how he kept us
Trapped within this thing
That we call time

And we would never be free
The droning continued
And it would for all eternity

Always gnawing
In the back of our minds

Far golden city
Soaked in an eternal sunset
Where the end has already come

The wind whispers
And the rivers yet flow
But nothing there grows anew

Time in that place lies docile
Bound up by ancient spells
Beneath the ever setting sun

Pristine yet dormant
Both always and never to be
Will that golden city lie

Waiting for the rest of creation
To arrive at end of day

The little things of life
Matter most

A kiss, a hug
From someone close

Even a thought
Goes a long way

Just a simple smile
Can make someone's day

Cherish the people
And things you hold dear

Do this and happiness
Will always be near

Out there it moves
Consciousness emitted like waves
From somewhere deep within

All standards and thought
The result of its presence
Like waves across water

Its laws as unknown to us
As gravity itself is
To the planets and stars it moves

But none the less it rules them
As does this distant thing
To all our deepest beliefs

We had conquered the earth
Destroyed it and rebuilt
Time and time again
Throughout millenia


We then turned our attention
To the cosmos beyond
And begun a grand search
For the spark of life


Thousands of years past
And in that time
We came to know
That we were alone in the universe


Yet amoung our lonliness
Strange thoughts and structures
Not of human design
Were left unexplained


The majority of these things
Discovered deep in the earth
Forgotten by untold eons
Lost to both space and time


And there is where we found it
The inscriptiom that led us
To a greater understanding
That we never should have attained


Now we knew for certain
That we were indeed not alone
Life was not seperated
From us by space


No it was separated by time


One hundred and fifty
Million years ago there was a race
Of strange creatures that roamed
The very earth we call home


Intelligent beings beyond even
Our wildest comprehension
For millions of years
Did their empire stand


They were masters of the mind
Strange beings that desired nothing
But the accumulation
Of all knowledge in existence


Great libraries
Filled their antediluvian cities
Only a few of their texts however
Have ever been found


The ones that were found
Spoke of impossible things
Great past events and
Strange occurrences yet to come


They spoke not in past or future
All was present to them
And those that read their words
Often felt weak or ill


There is no record
Of their sudden destruction
No war or collapse
To explain their disappearance


Some say they ascended
Beyond all physicality
Others say they never left
Though this notion can't be placed


Save for a gnawing terror
That began to grow


Within the minds of men

Dust and worn leather bound books
Some older than the ancient tower
In which they were stored


A small fire crackled
Its embers ever threatening the books
Yet never quite reaching them


An old man sat in his chair
Neither awake nor asleep
But somewhere in between


There was an open book on the table
Sitting next to his the wooden chair
The lock on its cover laid open


Whispers in the dark
Swirled about the room
Strange runes illuminated in the book


The whispers grew louder
To a near audible level
Then the fire went out


But in a moment it was rekindled
Replaced by a burning eye
Of cinder and black ash

I found myself in a strange and desolate place
A dull mist filled the fields to my left and right
As my eyes adjusted, I saw an otherworldly sight
Stretched as far as the eye could see
Were countless unmarked graves

Curious I observed the graves
And noticed that every so often
A name would be carved into one of them
Yet no matter how much I strained my eyes
I could not make out any of the names

For a time i continued to watch
The slow methodical and almost ritualistic
Carving of the obscured names in the cold stone
And as I did, I noticed a figure
Standing alone among the graves

The shrouded being began to move towards me
And though it did, I dare not move
It continued its approach
Until it stood right before me
Dwarfing me in both size and spirit

The figure's very aura demanded a somber reverence
It looked as though it was Death itself
Yet somehow I knew it was far more ancient
Before words could leave my dry mouth
The entity began to speak

"Ea Krynium Mar"
Why do you from outside
Walk among the nameless tombs
that fill this forgotten place?"
For this I had no answer

"Do you not know where you are?
You are in the place of unending silence
This is where those unborn come to rest
Those whose names were never uttered
And those whose eyes never witnessed the light."

As he spoke a thousand more names
Were etched into the blank tombstones
And their pace did not lessen
This place only grew more burdened

And ever more silent.

Before the stillborn dawn
Darkness rolls off the horizon
The world emerges
From its long slumber

Across the wind whipped plains
Scorched by midday sun
Clear blue skies
Paritioned by wisps of cloud

Through the mist filled woods
Where the wolf lurks
A calm dusk approaches
Along the forest path

Lush green hill lands
As far as the eye can see
Star soaked heavens
Suspended in the silver night

The ocean above
The sky below
Winter leaves
And autumn snow

Twinkling stars
Shine all around
Accompanying the hum
Below the ground

And through the night
Shall I watch awake
Lest the earth fall
And the heavens quake

I approached the garden
That lay outside the city wall
The arched gate loomed over me
Overgrown with roots and tendrils

As I entered the air felt different
The sky itself seemed to twist and swirl
All around me autumn leaves
Gently floated to the ground

I found this strange
Seeing as it was nearly spring
As I listened closer
I could hear a voice in the breeze

Continuing through the garden
I saw many strange plants and trees
Some of which I recongnized
As being long extinct

I came to a clearing
With a ancient Armorn tree
That presided over
A circular reflective pool

Looking further, I noticed a figure
Sitting on the edge of the pool
It appeared to be a veiled woman
Holding some strange form of harp

Only then did I realize
That the voice on the air was hers
She sang a sweet sunken song
Lost in a bygone age

Though the language she sung in
Was entirely foreign to me
I understood her words
In a primordial way

Her words and resonant music
Touched me and told me of things
Things that had both happened
And things that were yet to come

I sat down in the garden
She payed me no heed
Nor did I want her to
I simply wished to listen

To the blind songstress of the garden

The dust swirls
Around my feet
As it always had
Or so they say

Walking through
The old ruins
I came upon a crevice
Emitting a strange presence

Curious I began
To lower myself
Down into the darkness
Slowly into the void

The air was frigid
The very place itself
Seemed lonesome
As if it called out to me

Wandering I found
A rusted switch
Without thinking I flipped it
As I did something strange happened

A few dilapidated lights
Sprung into existence
I'd never seen
Artificial light before

The room was dimly lit
Yet with the light I could see
The great expanse
Of the construct I had entered

The halls stretched far
Beyond my sight
As I watched particles of dust
Dance in the flickering light

My eyes adjusted
And as they did
I saw endless rows of books
Leading off into the dark

But before I could continue
I noticed a presence once more
Looking down I saw
A figure with yellow eyes

The being spoke to me
Without using words
As he imparted me wisdom
From a bygone age

I felt strange in his presense
But I stayed a while
Listening to his silence
And learned a great many things

After a time
I bid him farewell
And returned to the crevice
That led back to my home

As I emerged
A feeling crept into my head
That much more time had passed
Than I originally thought

I was gripped by fear
For the surface was now foreign
And the beings that walked it


Were not like me

I opened the diary

And flipped to the final page
It was partially torn
And its contents written
In a hasty manner

I began to read the manuscript
By dull candlelight
Did I attempt to follow
The words of the lost traveler

"...The vicar had warned me
Not to venture to the old ruins
That sat forested in full vision
Of that dull brown monastary

But he should have known
With my great curiosity
That telling me not to do something
All but ensures that I would

All the monks and scholars
Seemee uneasy about that place
Said to have been built
Before the first settlers arrived

Every bit of information
That I got them to reveal
Only fanned the flames
Of my imagination further

By sunset I had already decided
I would leave the monastary
In the dead of the night
And make my way to that place

That ever men of God fear and avoid..."

In my dreams does she walk
With unparalleled beauty
And the horns of demons
Adorning her head

I know her intent
To ****** me to darkness
And though I'm aware
I do nothing to stop her

Perhaps because I pity her
And hope I can save her
More than likely though
I've already fallen

Under her dark spell

I've aged a thousand years
In the dark waters of my mind

Who I am I cannot be sure
Someone or something lost

I remember distant ripples
Of words and faces I once knew

Colorless and muted they sink
In the treacherous waters

Until they are one
With the very darkness itself

A curious thing happened
When someone took an interest in me
I decided to be myself to ward them off
But it only convinced them to stay

I had no experience with such a reaction
It confounded me
But she simply called it
love

Show me O Lord
Where you yet abide
For no longer can I see
Without you by my side

Dark sprits and men
Have led me astray
A thousand times
Throughout my days

Your word is true
The only key
Twisted by men
More cleaver than me

I am too simple
And easily swayed
To keep up with the demons
That dance in my brain

Come to me Lord
And show me the Way
That I might rest assured
At the close of the day

I stumbled into the old Gothic style cathedral
I was desperate, they told me she had been taken here
I'd heard many stories about this place
And the one who resided here

The pale moonlight shined through the stained glass windows
Where I expected to see an alter
I saw only a shrouded figure
Sitting on upon a strange throne

As I drew closer I observed the figure and the throne
In greater detail and upon doing this
I grew sick at the sight before me
The throne was made of people that seemed to be alive

"Do you like them?" came a voice that surrounded me
With these words the figure rose up
And removed the cloak they were wearing
Dropping it to the floor

To my surprise it was a tall beautiful woman
Nothing like what the rumors and legends had said
"These are my play things" she spoke with a wry smile
As she walked down a few of the stone steps

Behind her I saw the people move
They almost slithered about her
I saw that they were not normal humans at all
They seemed too perfect and almost unreal

Their joints were connected like those of a doll
I kept looking around to see if i could find my sister
And to my ultimate dismay
I eventually did

She looked just like all the others
i shouted out to her, but she did not respond
She just looked at me
With those unblinking glass eyes

"I doubt she remembers anything
After I removed her brain and all her organs."
The witch spoke as if about to laugh
"She is merely a stuffed puppet now."

I could not believe this
All my trials had led me here
And I was too late
The moonlight began to dim

The witch disappeared, yet I still heard her voice
"You know, you can join her if you like
It doesn't hurt one bit
And it would be over soon"

As she spoke I realized she was now behind me
She gently grabbed my shoulders and breathed down my neck
"Look at her, she's smiling, do you want to take her away from happiness?"
I did look and she was smiling, a hollow empty smile

I tried to reach out, but I was paralyzed
Whether this was the witches doing or simply out of fear I did not know
But soon I closed my eyes and drifted off
Into a deep and strange sleep

I heard a voice guiding me in my dream
I knew that I wanted my sister to be happy no matter what
She desired a peaceful life after all we had been through
There was just one thing I had to do to keep her safe

Just one thing I had to do...
It would make my sister happy...
And it would bring me peace too...
Just one thing...

In a daze I woke up from my dream
My eyes would not yet adjust and I smelled hot metal
As I came to I saw that it was not metal but blood
Giving off the metallic aroma

It was my own, pouring out from my neck and chest
Yet I did not feel any pain or discomfort
It was truly a strange feeling
As I watched my own organs being removed from my body

I looked up and saw the witch gracefully moving about
With a smile of her face and blood on her claws
The other dolls circled about as well and I saw my sister
With that same hollow smile stretched across her face

Only now have things begun to grow again

I've heard many stories
Tales and past legends
Of an endless war
That spanned the cosmos

Remnants of this conflict are still evident
All around our village
Scrapped metal and bones
Half buried in the dirt

Great vessels float
Broken in the skies
An ever present reminder
Of distant past mistakes

I often ponder for what
So many fought and died
And I wonder if in the end

They even knew themselves

They didn't have much
But they were happy
Loving each other unconditionally
And with all of their heart

Together they laughed
Together they cried
And on the cold winter nights
They would hold each other close

But there came a time
When he had to leave her
For a new job
In a far off place

He told her that
They didn't gave enough money
For both of them to move
As he concealed the true reason

The job he was going to do
Was less than ideal
And he feared that if she knew
She would not allow it

She said goodbye to him
With tears in her eyes
As he left her sight
Beyond the horizon

He would be gone
For over a year
And considering the job
He may not return at all

He arrived at the factory at night
The conditions were terrible
But that was the reason
The pay was so high

Due to the chemicals being used
Many that worked there
Became sick and died
Within a matter of years

He put this thought aside
Working day and night
As much as his body would allow
Thinking only of her

After only a few weeks
He could feel the effects
Of working at the plant
As it was now hard to breathe

Working on
Month after month he continued
To secure his future
Aswell as her's

It came down to the last week
In a crowded bar
Many of the factories employees
Gathered to celebrate

He normally did not drink
But he thought this was cause
For him to celebrate
So he began drinking heavily

He laughed and talked
With one of his coworkers
And before he knew it
She was kissing him

To drunk to stop
They went back to his apartment
Where they both had a night
They would never remember

In the morning he woke up
She was gone
But judging by the surroundings
He put it together

He had cheated
Cheated on the woman
That he was doing
All of this for

The entire plane ride back
He hung his head in shame
He would have to tell her
He didn't have it in him not to

When he finally arrived
She greeted him at the door
With a big smile
And wide open arms

He forced a shallow smile
Embracing her felt like
The arms of guilt
Coiling around him

He told her he had something
That he needed to tell her
So they both sat down
As she awaited his words

He fidgeted them began to speak
He told her everything
About his work
And about that night

A few solitary tears
Rolled down his face
He was prepared to leave
As he waited for her response

She looked him up and down
Then smiled and grabbed him
Bringing him in close
And whispered in his ear

"Don't cry my love.
Because anything we do
We have to do together.
Do not feel guilty,

It's ok.
Because I love you.
Unconditionally,
And with all of my heart."

Today is different from yesterday
I’ve had this question in my head
For the whole day
I don’t  know if its mere coincidence
Or perhaps something more
But it feels like Serendipity

You are the flower
And I’m a passing butterfly
My heart flutters everytime you smile
Don’t be afraid to love me
Because from the first moment
My eyes met yours
I knew I already loved you

You are the light in my dark world
The tender fire when I am cold
You teach me the right way
When I’m on the wrong road
You are the angel who saved me
Serendipity

Be proud
Not prideful

Ancient rocks and ice
Swirl around a lonely giant
As a distant young sun
Reflects its brilliance on their surfaces

They will continue in their motion
Long after we pass by
It saddens me
That I will never see them again

Or watch them spin
Endlessly against the void

Far beyond the steel grey towers
And flashing lights in evening hours
Through the old forests
And over the streams
Where birds still call
And stars yet gleam
Can a pool be found of silvery blue
Reflecting the heavens that we once knew
With tranquil waters
And wind in the trees
Can I find again
Who I used to be

Where do those
That once wait run
When lights recede
And time is done?

Who have since birth
In darkness slept
While their ancient
Mother wept

Their home now lost
Among time and space
Beneath the heavens
Swirling grace

And ever more
Does their goddess weep
Behind dead stars
Lost light to keep

Sometimes you need to be torn down
To realize you had no foundation


-Hadrian Veska

Hope for something yet unknown
When day is done and light has flown
When sun streaks last
Across an amber sky
And the moon hangs low
Over mountains high

The sterile oceans
Our last goodbye

History repeats itself
None know that better than I
Having lived with the curse
Of immortality

I've seen empires rise and fall
Great persons change the world
Only be ridiculed and forgot
Lost to time immemorial

After millenia of watching
I came to a sickening revelation
That humaity is trapped
In an endless cycle of destruction

I have seen the world itself end
Not once, but three times
And I can feel in the air
The fourth end coming

Perhaps this is the fate of man
Punishment for his grevious sins
Yet I cannot bear to watch
Such suffering again

Maybe now it is time
I stop watching these endless cycles
And use this curse that was put upon me
To stop them once and for all

My footsteps were dampened
By the cool grey stone
As I walked down
The cold and empty hall

On my right and left
Were rows and rows of cells
This place must have been a prison
Long ago before it was abandoned

Dusty light fell down
Through the small barred window
Passing through it I noticed
It felt much thicker than air

At the end of the hallway
I came to a wood panel door
Reinforced with metal
But it appeared to be unlocked

I gently turned the ****
And enter the room behind
It was small room furnished by
Nothing but a crude chair and table

Shutting the door behind me
I realized that
There were no other entrances
Or exits to the room

It was rather dark
Dust and particles filled the air
The only light
Came from a lamp on the table

On that table, besides the lamp, were
Various old files, Empty film canisters
And a curious movie projector
Devoid of any film

Searching further I found
One of the canisters
Actually contained a film
In immaculate condition

Curious I picked it up
And fed it through the projector
Once I was sure it was in place
I turned the machine on

Nothing happened at first
And then the opposite wall
Burst into animation
As the film began to play

There was an eye
I was not sure
If the movie was playing
Until I saw it blink

And I do not know
How long I watched it
For it managed to hold
My unwaivering attention

Other scenes began to play
And they flowed from one to the next
The longer I watched
The less I understood of what I saw

The visions on the screen
Became increasingly stranger
I felt both sick
And horribly uneasy

The only thing I could now make out
Was a dark lanky hand
Stretching and curling around
Around a door frame

Only then did I realize
I had stopped watching the screen
long ago

The thunder clapped in the heavens
Followed by a burst of lightening
That lit the night sky ablaze

I had failed in my quest
The world I meant to save
Turned to ashes before my eyes

The rain poured down
On the mounds of dead bodies
That I was too weak to save

"You are alone" he scoffed
As he stood before me
His voice the very thunder itself

Though he wasn't wrong
I was alone now
And had always been

I was no longer fighting for salvation
My sole purpose now was revenge
For those innocence that lay slaughtered

I was badly wounded
But I raised my sword once more
As blood flowed down the blade

Then I charged
With all the strength I could muster
One last time

And as I ran I thought I heard
Voices far off in the distance
Calling out to me saying,

"You are not alone"

Oh,
Do the petals float
In the breeze
On hills remote
Bright and vibrant
Though unaware
On their breif lives
No thoughts they spare
Oh how I wish
To be like they
Not fearing change
Or life's decay
Yet I worry
And so often so
I don't cherish the world
Or people I know
As I look to the hills
Covered in snow
Where no flowers bloom
Or green things grow
I shed a tear
But smile too
For they will return
And be made new
And so shall I
Be renewed
With springtime showers
And morning dew

We're sick and we don't know it
Can't focus, can't think
No attention span
It's a flood in our minds
Waves upon waves
No it's not our phones
No it's not the television
It is our culture
It is our mindset

The heavens open up

Breathe in
Breathe out
Shatter the illusions
Enjoy again
Listen and think
Meditate and understand

The sky pours down

We are trapped in a cycle
But we don't have to be
Things will get worse
But you can be better
All on your own
Breathe in
Breathe out
Read
Watch
Play
Live
Eat
Drink
Laugh
Right up until the end
As if that were the solution

As if it will empty the swelling waters from your head
While you watch the ark doors close

I want to be
What I don't yet know
And I know that I
Have a ways to go
On many paths
Both high and low

Yet I am eager to depart

Our destination
Remains unknown
But in my heart
This feelings grown
So long as I'm yours
And you're my own

I know we'll make it there

To the base of heaven's stairs