Muse

I had a muse once, she was my inspiration,
she was my balance, she was my
addiction; not many can understand a
relationship such as this, it is far more complicated
than it appears, much deeper than meets the eye;

everyday I would delve into bold, new worlds,

forbidden territories, outlawed loves,
lost and forgotten lives, each more fantastic than
the other, each more twisted than the next,
strangers meeting on foreign shores,
whispered rumors, destinations very few
can fathom;

laying them at her feet, an offering of darkness,

upon an altar of suffering and sacrifice,
living for her approval, bathing in her radiance,
hanging on her every breath;

she owned every fiber of my existence;

she was kind, she could have drained me

of every drop, leaving nothing behind,
she could have destroyed me, she released
me instead;

sometimes I miss my muse, the words came

much easier, but I became stronger
as a result, so perhaps it is better this way.
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