A Muse Died

I couldn't run from this Muse She stands there Over twilight Screams on me; Create! I couldn't run Her voice aching, crashing my fragile heart. She got those dreamy eyes, Forced my veins to dream! I made a braid from her echo and i said; it's a poem! Then all my dreams, become bald! I couldn't run the land gone frozen Under her toes! Where is the wings?! I can't see the feathers. Her face gone blue, Have been colored by Rainbow's colors! My pen gone frozen between her breasts! and died quietly. O history, mark that A muse died here, in my heart! Everything gone frozen, when she gone even my shadow ran, and gone frozen! I will lay down, among my devastating castle, And cry alone. On the rising of one day's sun A rose gave me a hug saying; Only fire and flames Can bring the pen from death. I asked; Where i could find a flames A kingdom gone frozen! The rose answered; Follow that man, Only his eyes will put a fever inside of you.