A Muse Died
I couldn't run
from this Muse
She stands there
Over twilight
Screams on me;
Create!
I couldn't run
Her voice aching,
crashing my fragile heart.
She got those dreamy eyes,
Forced my veins to dream!
I made a braid from her echo
and i said;
it's a poem!
Then all my dreams,
become bald!
I couldn't run
the land gone frozen
Under her toes!
Where is the wings?!
I can't see the feathers.
Her face gone blue,
Have been colored by
Rainbow's colors!
My pen gone frozen
between her breasts!
and died quietly.
O history, mark that
A muse died here,
in my heart!
Everything gone frozen,
when she gone
even my shadow ran,
and gone frozen!
I will lay down,
among my devastating castle,
And cry alone.
On the rising
of one day's sun
A rose gave me a hug
saying;
Only fire and flames
Can bring the pen from death.
I asked;
Where i could find a flames
A kingdom gone frozen!
The rose answered;
Follow that man,
Only his eyes will put a fever
inside of you.
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