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.