Muse :
"Move over fool and watch a Muse Master
at work"
In the blackness of my soul
I sit listening to far off thunder
As inside it also rolls
For long long seconds
There is no sound
Then begins the brumble bound
Quicken flashes does my mind's
Hindsight cause flashes white
Of the truth hidden by the night
It is perhaps then I stir
And begin to think of you
A soul's ***** as if a burr
Then the truth will crash
And I slow count to ten
Before I hear rumble within
Then comes a calm
No more flash or sound
I have burried my thoughts of you
Me :
"I don't know ," I say. "Maybe by tomorrow's
light . . . . I'll have a say ."
Then the muse did stare
With such a cold cold glare
All the fluids in my glass froze
There she was
Then she wasn't
And she vanished
Into the cold thin air
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Muse :
"Move over fool and watch a Muse Master
at work"
In the blackness of my soul
I sit listening to far off thunder
As inside it also rolls
For long long seconds
There is no sound
Then begins the brumble bound
Quicken flashes does my mind's
Hindsight cause flashes white
Of the truth hidden by the night
It is perhaps then I stir
And begin to think of you
A soul's ***** as if a burr
Then the truth will crash
And I slow count to ten
Before I hear rumble within
Then comes a calm
No more flash or sound
I have burried my thoughts of you
Me :
"I don't know ," I say. "Maybe by tomorrow's
light . . . . I'll have a say ."
Then the muse did stare
With such a cold cold glare
All the fluids in my glass froze
There she was
Then she wasn't
And she vanished
Into the cold thin air
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