Seraph's Delight

There’s a voice deep inside me still trying to get out Ignoring my pleadings, it screams and it shouts Its call is the loudest on those darkest of nights When my mind seeks new refuge from Seraph’s delight I toss and I turn, but it speaks louder still As its words start to age from new vision distilled No barter or denial will turn back its call The Muse is on fire —my pen not to stall (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)