Eternal mystery, perpetual riddle
As if one might never know
The holes within my very heart
Comprise the depths inside my soul
A young body, strong and lithe
Crouches ready to pounce and strike
A face alluring, yet somehow aloof
Voluminous eyes drawing to like
All who meet shall wonder why
The secret never will anyone guess
Humorless strength camouflaged within
Offers no answer, only duress
Such is the nature of a tumultuous beast
Forever in silent solitude stands
Scouring and glowering with omniscient eyes
And as if with divinity commands
All may notice yet shall never pass
Inside the boundless, empty heart
For a frailty internal lurks and spreads
Leaving no benevolence to externally impart
To those who come seeking passage
Some unpromised, unspoken redemption
What would one expect as history notes
Of a creature best known for deception
Eternal mystery, perpetual riddle
As if one might never know
The holes within my very heart
Comprise the depths inside my soul
- Mary O. Fumento, 1997
