My muse
Is a melancholy epitaph
Scrawled amongst the headstones
That will never leave me alone
My muse
Casts a shadow behind me
Leaving a trail of darkness
A reflection of my duress
My muse
Are but resounding echoes
Reverberating down wasted, decrepit halls
This haunted writing on moss covered walls
My muse
Is a spoiled longing of yesterday
A byproduct of memory trash
With expiration dates long since passed
My muse is my scarred past
Author notes
without the gore, without all the glitz, my muse lay in a blitz
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An excellent portrayal of your muse, the imagery is fab. You really did get every angle in here hun, superbly done. My muse was sick
All the best in the contest bro 
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I think this is the first one that actually gave the muse a personality
having a past (no matter how scarred) makes us who we are presently
thank you for your entry
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