The Four Muses Poem by Matthew Holloway

Then they came one by one
Into the mind, a soul they caught
The four queens of a love
As yet unclaimed by a hand
The joker remains not a king
The first captured the imagination
One so well suited and inspired
That a spark was well felt
Only for the love to be clubbed to death
The second a heart bar none
Kind and beautiful and ever so loving
Sadly unable to see or accept the love
That waited for long to be seen
The third a diamond so bright
And beautiful as all the rest
The poor love could not afford
To win such favour of a queen
And so onwards unto the unknown
Where the final queen awaits
To sow the seeds of romance in the earth
Or else to dig the solemn grave
We await the queen of spades