Farewell sweet muse this quill so dry
no thought will come, I say goodbye
my words long gone just remnant made
so blank my page this desert land
what sins bear I that scorn my hand
no gittered rhyme this parchment laid
where beauty was, my eyes betray
such hope that bears another day
dare not my thoughts my muse will fade.



If your muse is giving you problems, you can certainly borrow mine for awhile, Scribe - the bitch never lets me sleep.
This is a lovely penning, Sweetie. You are ever so good with forms. Good luck in the contest, my Friend.




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