Apocalyptic Muse
By: Liam Wilson
Deep she lurks within me
My craft she does infuse
The dreadful siren’s call
Apocalyptic Muse
Rises with the Autumn
With torpor slumber blues
And bade me record her dreams
My scribing at her cues
Her words my hands do write
Subtleties of abuse
Captured at her whim
And held there through her ruse
Embraced by her presence
To love her as a wife
Humbly bow before her
Adjoining in her strife
She whispers in my ear
Evoking what I use
In clear defining prose
Without a need for clues
Frenetically I work
And when she’s done I’m through
Fades back into torpor
And gives me what I’m due
I’ve found my place again
While Earth it changes hues
She’s scarred my soul once more
Apocalyptic Muse.
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