Threatening Kobolds Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Escaping the prose,
I hid in the verse

My mind to compose,
instead of converse

Defying description,
I sang through the notes

And placed my inscriptions,
in lyrical rote

I chose to hear music,
over reasons again

To dine with the mystics,
where forever begins

And when forcing my pen,
back to stories untold

The Muse starts to darken,
—threatening Kobolds

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2016)