Prayer to the Void:

If Void is nothing,

what kind of shape does it take?

What name to call it?

Will one know it to see it?

Can one find it by searching?

Untitiled:

Dawn greets the new day.

Birds call out to eachother.

Each song pure sweetness.

Untitled:

Not food nor drink nor love will quench this thirst.

With a hunger I am cursed

that yearns and calls and pulls with dark'ng twist.

Tearful I lay crumpled like a fist,

Unsatisfied.

Ode to the Dragon Tamer:

Let this fire sleep within the beast.

Do not stir its passions deep.

For should you wake it in the least,

you should find within it sleeps

a soul so young and innocent

the beast would cry out in lament.

This beast you see, though eons old,

scarcely stirs you'd think it dead.

its heart made out of stone so cold,

for naught but scraps has it been fed.

And what now should it see

but a morsel such as thee?

What's a beast to think,

riddle ringing in its ears,

cheeks turned pink

with fear.

Whats a beast to think,

drunk on thoughts more sweet than drink?