My Muse Has Gone

So help me God, my muse has fled Number me among the lost and dead Take my ribbons out and shave my head My muse has fled Prepare a shroud, my muse has left Wind me well within its warp and weft Hide me deep within some rocky cleft My muse has left Burn all my words, my muse has gone Turn to ash the page I wrote upon Throw it to the winds and you go on My muse has gone © Gail Foster 30th August 2016