Elusive

The muse touches you at times your words sing ! Most of the time she is in hiding So, you put your pen to paper with poor results But the music shall return And yes, she will again Inspires, takes you higher to litereary triumphs Words that leap from the page Soon enough old age will come The fire which once burned Will become ashes The music has power but not enough to defy Father Time or stop the Angel of Death The dark angel who eventually wins all battles