The Muse
She led me astray
with obstinate rebellion.
Sometimes,
She soars all the way.
Sometimes, she halts
and says;
Shall we give up
Our gods,
Our dominions?
For the sake
Of an infantile poet,
Possessed and mien.
Daughter of Zeus,
Chasing Erato,
Shunning Calliope,
Silencing Euterpe,
Embracing Melpomene.
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