to serve the muse

Surely it's a crime to demand a ransom a heart can ill-afford to absorb  
For a muse to inspire illicit desires to flow through the tunnels of your rhythmical orb  
What sentence can be imposed on one who would provoke a lonely poet to unwisely write  
Words into sentences that imprison the soul to mate alone every solitary night  
Hidden in darkness behind cold walls that conceal her hypnotic symmetry  
Teasing into agony with her tempting verse in song and erotic poetry  
Setting down a beat while setting him up for defeat with cynical impunity  
To be inherently unworthy of the bondage between two souls in passionate unity  
There is no greater loneliness than loving an angel you can never touch  
The cost paid in measured pain levees a tax that is inherently too much  
To witness her purity in the arms of another lover while imagining she's yours  
Watching through the crystal glass once she's closed her fine French doors  
This moment of clarity has ascended to enlighten the path that one must choose  
Stealing Cupid's bow and arrow then taking aim to execute a malevolent muse