Poetry by Hadrian Veska
The mellow light of dusk
Shines in through cracks
Of curtains and blinds
Faded by time and sun
Old wood creaks
As the house settles and shifts
Dust and particles stir
With every wisp of stale air
A music box plays
Next to a crooked lamp
Whose blackened light bulb
Had long since burnt out
Night draws near
Yet ever so slowly
As the music box continues
Its soft strange tune
And with its final chime
Will the sun then sink
Below the amaranth sky
And into the oblivion of night
Hadrian Veska enjoys media in all its forms, so long as a great story is told. He particularly enjoys the short stories of Clark Ashton Smith and cites them as inspiration to some of his work.
