Oh for a muse of fire.

Sitting quiet, meek and still
Silent, silenced, till I shrill
out
Crys. Laments for words to use
To spark,  inflame, my chilly muse
Prayers to heaven, to the gods
To the furies, hear my sobs
and pray now
Send a spark sublime
Perfect platter, all in rhyme.

Justa Civileon 2003