Threatening 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

 

And when forcing my pen,

back to stories untold

 

The Muse starts to darken,

—threatening Kobold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)