Prayers to the Muse - Pagan Poetry Forum
Death of a Muse
My muse and I would dance at night
cling desperately to each others skin
and ride waves of passion together
We threw ourselves, naked, into icy lakes
let suns of distant worlds dry us
and chased the wolves
let our blood fertilize the earth
My muse grew sick
apathy and disuse her disease
she waned slowly
slimming with the crescent moon
a shadow of my love that was my life
my back turned to her
Facing more "important things"
I did not hear her cry
Facing more "important things"
I did not see her die.
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