• Slender beams of moonlight enter
    This darkened prison as I kneel,
    Always forlorn, always fearful.
    Frozen here,
    Waiting.
    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.