Muse

If only I had an ace.

Muse

There is such a thing
Muse; as trying your welcome.
Risky; playing cards

A penny to name
What more do you have to play?
Gamble your own soul.

I did not listen.
Conned by a man of shadows.
Lift the mask to breathe.

The maiden was I.
Lonely and troubled of mind.
Clay to be molded.

That cold night you came.
Frost tapped at my window sill.
It demanded you!

In a swirl of black.
Quick! Upon your midnight horse.
We rode from hells hounds.

You kissed me farewell
And promised me you’d back
There you rode upon light

Never to return.
I held to spools of thin hope.
You’d return for me.

It was many years
In a street fair I saw you
Ragged, withered, and worn

You did not see me
Gone were your indigo eyes.
Priceless to all" but.

Fled; in agony.
Buried among the olives.
I bid you farewell.

I am old and still.
You, the Duke, remain my muse.
Time has not been kind.

What could've-Had been.
A mask of my own being?

A card; to trump all.

Lady D.
Also Known As: Aisha_U

Author's Note

Written for someone who used to be quite important to me.
I chose to make it a romance story of some sorts....
It's much more entertaining then the truth.
If only I was smarter... and had a mask of my own.
Maybe I could've deflected the blow to come.

Oh well; no use dwelling on the past.
Onto the new....
Yet you still remain my muse.

YT,

Summer