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The Artist and his Muse

The Light was gone,

Now Darkness prevailed;

When briefly it had flickered,

True Beauty (had it) entailed.

His passion was gone,

But not his pain;

The Artist was dead,

In all but name.

For years on end,

He yearned, he tried,

To find what he had lost...

What he had been denied.

But, alas, \'twas in vain,

For his Muse had fled,

Far across the Ocean,

To the Land of the Dead.