Words escape me for the first time in what seems like ages. Incredible as it seems to me, my muse is silent and I am alone in the long, dark spiral of the starless night.
Be free, my demons. Be mighty my rage. Beware my love.
Demons will fly and rage will swirl 'Tis their nature So mote it be But faeries also fly and love also swirls 'Tis their nature So mote it be After a time, let the faerie on your shoulder Touch your heart with a velvet murmuring of wings Darkness will soon be illuminated with the glow of fires untamed
Tha's right! When the Muse doesn't come to the mountains, the mountains come to the Muse!! And shake her by the shoulders. Just a little. To scare her. (:
hope, burning brightly
ReplyDeletepunctures the terrible night
to create the stars
Demons will fly and rage will swirl
ReplyDelete'Tis their nature
So mote it be
But faeries also fly and love also swirls
'Tis their nature
So mote it be
After a time, let the faerie on your shoulder
Touch your heart with a velvet murmuring of wings
Darkness will soon be illuminated with the glow of fires untamed
Well, lookat meh girls go. Poets, all. Being so bold!
ReplyDeleteTha's right! When the Muse doesn't come to the mountains, the mountains come to the Muse!! And shake her by the shoulders. Just a little. To scare her. (:
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