I  warn
the lost soul
solemn on
the winding
road
for he
mustn't
follow
the muse

I speak
*****
syllables
of truth
and
proclaim
the muse
is fickle
Selfish
& wanders
lost
seeks
yet
never sought

You will
awake
in a field
of
alluring
roses
a
snake
slithering
in the
garden
with a
venomous
bite
& with a
rush
so enticing
yet deadly

The muse
Is a
femme fatale
an alluring
Temptress
of the night
seeking the
tortured
artist
like you
& I