Muse

~ She was my muse, A Goddess, One might even say one of nine. She was beautiful in every way, Still is, in fact - but beautiful in a sad, yet historic way But it pains my heart, The way hers is being polluted, Loaded with harmful toxins of bitter words, violent actions and Worst of all, destructive thoughts. I never knew it would come to this, but surely it was inevitable With all the hate, all the spite that has slowly but surely seeped into existence Her once beautiful..mountainous..Verdant terrains are no longer blooming Cyan skies no longer pure Indigo seas no longer inviting Mother Nature, What has become of you? You have been ruined Yet you inspire me evermore. My muse.