Poe's Banished Muse

Why must they scream at the top of their voices?

Can't they see the quill in my hand?

I've used them all, I'm running out of choices

Why is it they don't understand?

My muse is mad, I've sent her away

A maniacal being indeed

She steals all my words, I've nothing to say

Her heart filled with envy and greed

I reach for the spirits to calm my quill

My hand, unsteady at best

The voices get louder, they're haunting me still

They scream 'til my sins are confessed

They're mocking me for the sake of my muse

A curse, no doubt, she coerced

She bid all the words to confuse and abuse

'Til her banishment is surely reversed

Insanity's the ink that flows through her veins

'Til it reaches the tip of my quill

As the spirits entice, my resolve now wanes

And I fear I must bend to her will

Reviews

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

Smooth as the previous! quite beautiful

[AK]

Wow! This poem is great. It is very well written and flows beautifully.
Insanity is the ink that flows through her veins
'till it reaches the tip of my quill
As the spirits entice, my resolve now wanes
I fear I must bed to her will

Those were my favourite lines, so eloquent!
Keep writing!

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend....Whisk

[AK]

My pleasure :)