• Slender beams of moonlight enter
    This darkened prison as I kneel,
    Always forlorn, always fearful.
    Frozen here,
    Accusing forms wrought
    In panes of glass loom as
    Dust dances in the air
    Forming an image in my mind
    Penetrating my darkened soul
    A reflection on a deathless face.
    I raise my head, now submitting to
    This oblivious fate.