When Muses Die
We buried a muse the other day
For a poet laid down his quill
He said he'd never write again
For he simply refused to feel
Muses came from miles around
To tell their friend goodbye
Inspiration was everywhere
You should have heard them cry
They buried him in a special place
Up on Inspiration Hill
Paper flowers covered his grave
His tombstone was his quill
No one knows where muses go
When poets refuse to write
Maybe they simply disappear
Or maybe follow the light
The next time you get your writer's block
And you're feeling empty inside
Your inspiration has gone to a funeral
For another muse has died
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