To muse me,
My audience
My critic
My patron.
I'd dream of dragons
Soaring free
In cloudless skies,
But now it's grey.
And you are gone,
My inspiration fades away.
I dally through a silent night
And sleep away a lonely day.
My muse is gone,
My thoughts have dulled,
My pen is stashed away.
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