My Muse.

To a reluctnat reclusive Muse,
Your inspiration is darkness
to a soul of light, it awakens
the power of song within
to sing, sing freely of the dark
And wake to the mornings lite
Craving more of the darkness
to run throughout my life and
wintin my soul, run rampant

I wantonly need the darkness you sing
you fill the empty neglected places
in my heart that need a touch to
Waken them to the darkness around
To my dark muse i sing my song
Oft denied, oft neglected my song
Is now alive with in my breast
So sing I must of dark and death
As my muse comands me.