My muse

Blue Poet

My muse is covered in tattoos
And wasted
Alcohol pills you name it

 

Her pale skin Is shining bright 
Surrounded by cigarette smoke
and gloom 
This uncrowned queen  of the night 
Who's always late and leaves too soon

 

In my ear she whispers every word
Every line
She drinks whatever she wants because she preaches wine

 

She knows more about love than most ever will 
She can lift you up as easily as she can  kill

 

She talks about the beauty of death and the death of beauty 
And when she does to listen is my duty

 

Her eyes burn with the flames of hell - kiss from her could take you there 

And when she cried - for every tear - one angel and one demon died - in fear

 

It is a privilege to be in her dark  shine 
Oh such a creature so hellishly divine

 

She likes going up against the odds 
And when shes not with me she dwells among the gods

 

And as she leaves me to go back to them 
Her voice softly says: CARPE NOCTEM

  • Author: //Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2021 11:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Each poet has his muse. I would like to tell you something about mine...
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  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words Blue Orchid and a very intriguing Muse. In our lives we must seize both day and night as all are so special.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    brilliant!
    🍻
    'la vida loca!'
    till, our responsibilities
    take over...



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