Muse Poem by K.B Cook

Muse



Sing in me Muse, of feverish lovelorn days that turn into the mystic. That blushing beauty that blinds my soul and stokes the flames in my fiery heart. Hear me exclaim to the Gods, of that beguiling seraph that sips at the Well of Beauty and drinks the blood of Arphodite. She spins the circus hurricane of madness and whips into my mind. I am haunted by her. Hear my howl of misery Death, come on collecting. My heart is dry

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