The Muse 2022

Tristan Robert Lange

The muse has appeared
In the fibers of the mind
Fragmented like parchment
Aged in long-forgotten jars.

Beckoning, it calls;
The androgynous voice
Confuses the senses
And ravages the mind.

What horror awaits you
Who are entitled like nobles
Awaiting their serf-driven demise.
Death is only the beginning.

Cocks and hens have mingled,
Roosting their little chicks
Who have just begun to hatch;
With each birth, death becomes you.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2022 17:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: I’d be interested in your interpretation as to what this means.
  • Category: Unclassified
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