Cluttered Writing

Muse and curvy words,
Dancing across my page,
Binds me to my daily due,
As dawn never pays.

Breathing nightfall dew,
Hearing beating hearts anew.
Stars, Oh stars,
Oh how i see you,
My muse.

Thoughts fly,
In a late night crunch.
Till evening ends,
And the meek moon sighs.
Still I sit,
Ink in hand,
My invisible words,
Lead my hand.

Night leads on,
Following as a pawn.
My lonely heart implores,
Curse my fate,
For my misfortune,
For by my hands it came.
And by these hands it stays.

"How ever lonely night,
The king over ye reigns.
The only forsaken lights,
Is by far our only plight.
That by our father's hand,
He weighs." I write