Nothing leaves a footprint
like a memory burned
Deep into the consciousness
of those unlearned

Nothing grows more deadly
than the force of will
It powers every weapon
it vanquishes with skill

Nothing braves tomorrow
like a wish on fire
Its light forever’s beacon
to each soul aspired

Nothing is more final
than a dying breath
Words exiting their prison
—eternity’s rosette


(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)