1. Notes: 4 / 1 year ago 

   Ode to an abdicated Muse

   Fingertips oh so divine
   paint with flawless ace
   so many delicate lines
   Seen from outer space
   combine in composition;
   that of your pretty face
   Angles sharpened and
   curves thus interlaced
   Mercurial features drift
   in flux, with no solid place
   Sapphire stare causes
   all my pretense to erase
   Lustered chestnut hair
   of an overflowing pace
   Sanguine lips stir in me
   no will but to embrace
   Infused shadowed lines
   of a fine obsidian lace
   Your sharp intelligence
   takes my ego in displace
   A beautiful facade but
   with succubus encased
   A fiercely proud sylph
   moves with angelic grace
   An architectured Goddess
   but with no human trace
   
   A faerie’s dusting
   of daemonic pride
   So many past lives
   wordlessly inscribed
   
   In almost every detail
   she’s sublimely pure
   A flourished nobility,
   I’m profoundly sure
   With no worldly pomp;
   just a naked couture
   A pixie’s innocence
   but a siren’s allure
   Such perfection does
   nothing but ensure
   till I meet my maker
   I am forever inured
   to rebuttal or respite,
   by God, the only cure
   
   Such angry poise but
   always fearlessly sincere
   One sole cascading caste
   of a nymphean veneer
   A laugh with an awful
   power to hopelessly endear
   A smile that could beguile
   an even very wary seer
   A wrath no king or God
   may hope to commandeer
   A fury that could leave
   the world in everloving fear
   
   A picture that haunts
   my every single dream
   So many eons of trial
   evoke nary a scream
   
   An artist’s aesthetic appreciation
   Seen in realms of such elation
   A bard’s cooing poetic affection
   Found in this depth of dejection
   
   A goddess surely walks amongst us
   Her breath imbues vitality and new life
   Two souls intermingle and coalesce
   An assassin with so crystalline a knife
   
   My innocence I bartered for
   but you were the highest bidder
   Shooting stars collide in the sky
   I do wish that you’d reconsider
   
   All alone to dwell on that
   which does naught but hurt
   My ivory tower now so
   adorned with a spray of dirt
   A trek across a minefield
   I do so hope is now inert
   I’ll try to raise my Galleon
   from its grave in a desert
   I still always keep your image
   but my eyes they must avert
   Like quantum physics, I fear
   my observation may pervert
   the sanctity of your likeness
   and its loveliness so invert
   
   A life expended in
   an unearthly lust
   and for my trouble
   dismissal so unjust
   
   Even a life of toil could not
   pay my shameful debt
   I doubt that I will make it back
   but tell them not to fret
   Who I am now is but a half
   and I worship that silhouette
   I’m still so very infatuated
   by my last brunette vignette
   My heart still holds your bust,
   dwelling on your statuette
   In a place not far from death
   I miss you so much [sobriquet]
   
   I have seen the most
   refined Aphrodite beauty
   and poems in her tribute
   I’ll forever call my duty

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