The Grey MuseScreech ye Furies of frustration – how much have you been prevented from saying?
Sing you sirens of sadness – let your tears fall like grey raindrops on poetry’s idyllic utopia
Cackle you imps of ire – let your forks of anger prod my pallid, unfeeling flesh
And rise ye denizens of despair – may you reign over humanity for many a year.
Too long have you all been shackled, hidden in the dark depths with your mistress….
The Grey Muse
Rise up once more my queen
Take your throne.
Banish happiness and joy, excitement and pleasure, those fakeries and fraudsters
May your darkness, the truth, reign forever more.
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- Thread Starter
- 07-05-2016 22:38
- 09-05-2016 15:05
We are not a Muse