Muse, imagine the feelings, hear the echo.
Flights of Fancy
Blessing and a curse When the gods smile down upon us For their whims of fancy Do not always go in our favor -Kel Dayheart
Wander by Wind
...
Worn Muses
Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #146
I like you share my throne with me and revel.
Favor
To have the favor of a god Is both a blessing and a curse Blessing in the bliss A curse when you realize That you were just a flavor For him to taste and reject -Kel Dayheart
Personable
She had a pretty face Like Helen of Troy It could launch a thousand ships It could cause the bloodiest of wars She had a pretty face And that was her only redeeming feature With a personality of a harpy That could cut much deeper -Kel Dayheart
Once More
...
Fragment of a Figment 