August 15, 2006

The muse

Her eyes reflect the sunlight
Blind passers-by with their fury
Her lips twitch
Words caught between her teeth
Fire seeping from her lips

They carved her infamy in the walls
Spoke her secrets in dark alleys
Whispered her madness behind closed doors
Yet she heard every inference
Inhaled every whisper
And she has come to enact her revenge on their souls

Every artist,
every poet,
every musician,
every singer,
every being that dreamt of lying in her arms shall perish at the flickering tongue that she wields

They feigned to speak for her
History shall be reversed
And perceived beauty, and word, and rhythm and harmony shall be made right

She has returned to where it once started to start things over

1 comment:

Imperfect said...