The Poet and His Muse

He looked at the sky with weary eyes,
And spoke to the constellations once again,
“Return her to me” he said with a defiant heart,
In a whisper which time and space transcends.

His voice carried through the galaxies,
And bewildered Gemini asked “is he talking to us?”
Looking for the one that was claiming her soul,
And then noticed a disheartened Taurus.
“She was almost given to me” the bull said,
“For it seemed her time to join us here,”
“But he’s claiming her return” the twins declared,
“And it seems that the fates are quite clear.”

And the poet offered his life instead,
As it seemed the he could not bear,
The pain that pursued his aching soul,
To lose his muse would be too much despair.

And the Universe returned her to him,
Distressed and wounded and scarred,
For the forbidden ascension left empty,
A light missing among the stars
And that’s alright with him
As he cradles her in his arms.
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