She is not
lonely
But makes all
who smile upon her
— lonely indeed
She is not
mournful
But makes all
who implore her
— cry like a child
She is not
boastful
But makes all
who look upon her
— beat on their chests
She is not
faithful
But makes all
who desire her
— pledge from the heart
She is not
vengeful
But to ever
betray her
— the gravest of sins
She is not
quiet
But from the depths
of her emptiness
— silence is born
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Freeing The Kobold
Escaping the prose …
I hid in the verse
My mind to compose
instead of converse
Defying description
I sang through the notes
And placed my inscriptions
in lyrical rote
I chose to hear music
over reasons again
To dine with the mystics
where forever begins
But when forcing my pen
back to stories untold
The Muse through the darkness
— sets free the kobold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)