Calliope, My Muse
Was once inspired, but now too tired
To search for more expressive ways
To convey my Heart's inert Desires-
The place where my Ideas played
I beg of thee, sweet Calliope,
To fill my Mind with budding Prose
But I am touched by Melpomene-
In freezing Fires, thus reposed
My outlook dreary, I have a theory-
That I shall stay forever weary
And I see it, Oh! Quite clearly
That I shall miss them all so dearly!
My Muses Mute; But Atropos
The Fate that begged for one more post
With her Shears shorn ev'ry fear
That I might write as just a Ghost
*Be My Reason Contest Entry
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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