My muse

My muse ;o)

I looked at her and said, "You slut!
Where were you, when I searched in vain?"
She winked and said, "I drank some blood,
devouring souls, causing pain."

- "You harpy! Fury! - won't you cease?"
She danced. Oh what infernal laughter...
"You called me? Do just what you please?
You seek acclaim in the hereafter?"

- "I need your help - my rhythm sucks
I rhyme words that don't rhyme"
She hissed, "Your forehead, miss." A mark
she left that stung.

And time sped through my veins like a drug.

A thousand lights...
With pen -- attacked.
I was fulfilled, my mind exposed
I chiseled rhymes, words juxtaposed.

She stood by me: sweet golden curls.
Arranged my braids in Russian fashion.
She whispered, "You will write some pearls."
And sprinkled gold-dust on my lashes.

My head still groggy from the dream...
Was it a dream? When I awoke
I heard her loud banshee's scream.
She flew away and my harp broke.


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