A Poem About A Muse

Take good care of your muse
She is human, believe it true
Never let her thirst for a thing
Feed her as if your regal queen

If she catches cold and dies
Your future in the afterlife
Hope against hope and more
She might come back to life

When she breathes again
You’ll swear it can’t be true
So put your face to hers
Feel life’s breath imbued

Though she is living again
Looks and moves the same
Put away your temptation
To play every old game

Death will have changed her
In many subtle, quiet ways
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