There’s a voice deep inside me,
  that still tries to get out

No matter my mission,
  it screams and it shouts

Its call is then loudest,
  on those darkest of nights

When my mind seeks new refuge,
  from this Seraph’s delight

I toss and I turn,
  but it speaks louder still

As its words start to burn,
  from new vision distilled

No barter or denial,
  will turn back its call

The Muse is on fire,
--- my pen can no longer stall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)