Praise To My Muse

A form without shape
A life of pure soul
My muse doth wake
Ambitious and droll

Fantastical worlds
Come alive in my thoughts
A story unfurls
Full of people and plots

As the sun darkens
The moon shines bright
Back my mind harkens
To that unseen sight

A glimpse of gold
Her shirt off one shoulder
Beauty untold
Like love, only colder

Or tall and slender
A handsome sight
His passion like tinder
A flame quick to light

A form without shape
A life of pure soul
My androgynous muse
Completes its role

Drifting in sleep
Among characters unmet
Ideas run deep
Incurring my debt

Requited in reams
I’ve paid my dues
Amid joy and screams
Praise be to my muse

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