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
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
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