crotafang

A muse appeared to me one night With a fanfare of full-moon light. Her eyes had a confident, sensual glow That would never cease to inspire me. The muse’s voice, how enchanting the sound That warms like a fire in winter. How I listen to her every word. How she’ll never cease to inspire me. The muse fears not the shadow of death. No one makes her tremble in fear. She’ll meet her foes with a daring smile. This will never cease to inspire me. The muse never shies away from a fight. Her bravery knows no bounds. How awed I am when she shows her power That will never cease to inspire me.