The Poet and his Muse

He knew she was
Plotting a ruse
And yet she was
A poet’s muse

She had a grace
Like an angel fallen
In search of soul and Shadow
She lived a life—cold and hollow

Sweet were her words
Like a gothic enchant
While she laid a trap
With a cursed incant

And when he rhymed
About her grace and tricks
She planted on him
A gift of vampire kiss

Now they both
In a union undead
Lived a destiny cursed
As the folklore said

For even today
On moonless nights
When she wails to free
The shackles of life

He’s seen around
In pure starlight
Soothing her wounds
With his poetic vice.

Featured Image: Chelsea Christian

Photographer: Doug McClentic


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s