The Muse

I’ve grown into a statue

Magnificent alter

No blood left inside

To care

Marble doré

Glistening your eyes

In gladness

Then sadness

As this is the best of me

Rain and time

Withers away the leaf

And me

This is the most golden

I’ll ever be

My bloody self

Had nothing but love

Heartbeats of adoring

Woman soft

And painful

No feelings to encumber you

Stare at the golden muse

Muted star

No voice for your ear

No tear

Stare at her

She’s the brightest

She’s ever been



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