Musings
For decades I have sat upon Mount Helicon
Not just uninspired but uninspiring
No scribe to curl up next to
Whispering in his ear
Sending off to the archive to
take down the secrets
More Melpomene than Erato
Over time I lost my magic
With cold and angry gods
As empty as a writer without his muse
Is a muse with none to inspire
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