My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake

The blackened veins of parlor’s scent. The roses blue and weeping spent. The dismal pen — a slogging snake. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake. A harbinger hung on the door — This shrouded wreath — a heartless core. The piercing words, a pounding stake. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake. For if I’d only been dreaming . . . Then why my lips senseless screaming? The serpent raps, I feel its shake — My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake. The faint of dread, when quill was dry, I wondered if it’s breath would sigh. No nightmares please! It’s my mistake! My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake. 7/10/2019 Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest Sponsor: Dear Heart Title and refrain provided by sponsor Checked by howmanysyllables.com