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Muse
written by Lothiriel01:25 AM 12/20/04As I lay upon the silken leaves
I ask Her of many things
She answers in song and lullabies
telling of the Muse
Of how so delicately She prays
before the glistening fountain
in the realm of Life and Death
She spins a tale so magnificently real
Her fingers sketch in shadows of light
Pictures of such glory, as more gather round
So many spirit like
Some in gowns of gold
They nod and whisper, some even wink
as they await the story foretold
She spies them through a crook in the eye
Her voice a luster sand
Dreamily She sulks a bit
and tells us of the land in which
the Muse has come hence forth
She winds down her tone too low
Words but a dim light against the stone
We gather nearer to embrace each breath
for She yearns to be heard well so
“The Muse,” she begins with a slight pause of expectance
“The Muse dances with twilight’s newborn son,
dances in the aftermath of battles over won,
sings the songbirds into sleep’s great wondrous realm,
holds the hand of death’s elder Man,
brings to life the tear drops spilled,
unifies the sphere of conscious demands
of where they come from and why,”
She raised her head just so,
fingertips graze her pursed rose lips
The weeping willows craned to spy
the beauty of this lullaby
The creatures sway in circled lines
In glitter shone in harmony’s divine
I dare not break the spell
for it unites the many kingdoms
from which She tells
“Do not fret my wonderers of nature,”
a teardrop of her own appeared
She drifted as the winds stirred
“The Muse is all about you,
inside every battle you must face,
every love that you embrace,
holds you still when sickness comes,
You are The Beloved… you are…”
as suddenly as the tides can change,
She looked about and shied away,
yet only for one sparse moment
The creatures spoke in soft undertones
And danced away beneath the brush
I looked about, anxious of mishap
the moon exploded to shards of pale brass
I leapt beneath the willow trees
and peered out in time to glimpse that
She had marked a battle of Her own
Through the twilight of misfortune
So dense the forest grew
Shielded now, Her voice burst out
“Go! Go now I say! For the Under Lord is come!” |
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©2004 Loth Roxx Writings
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