Ode To My Muse...

~*~*~*~WARNING~*~*~*~
Silly POEM AHEAD!

I got bored and have writer's block and can't finnish my story so I wrote this so I wouldn't be so bored *evil grin*...


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Muse sits outside my window,
On the Window sill,
I sit inside the room,
Watching pages fill -

With blank spaces,
Without words,
Without grass,
The Trees or Birds.

Must sits laughing,
As I write,
No words on the page,
No mystery or fright.

No Romance or horror,
No canons or fics,
No novel's been written,
I'm in a real FIX!

I then fall asleep,
And actually dream,
I dream of a Planet,
I have often seen.

I see there, my charrie,
With muscles and all,
but when the ground opens,
He leaves me to fall.

Is this the man,
I'm trying to write?
When hell freezes over,
he runs from a fight.

My escape is cut short,
When the sky becomes dark.
I shiver all over,
Remembering the sharks.

The ones with the wings,
And large teeth that bit, (e)
The ones that killed Paris cos
He was a twit. (edited)

Wanting to wake,
I close my eyes tight.
Not able to run,
But not willing to fight.

I hear the loud roar,
Of a lion released,
So I open my eyes,
And all movements cease.

I know what is there,
The shiv is his mark,
Wit the head of my charrie,
Who left in the dark.

He drops the round object,
Which rolls to my feet,
He then turns around,
And starts to retreat.

I ask him to stop,
he's already gone,
And left me alone,
On this rock that I'm on.

I smile at the head,
The trophy HE brough,
Knowing I'M the one,
For Whom HE had fought.

I sit on a rock waiting,
For the end of this dream,
I cannot wake up,
My tears like a stream.

The darkness consumes me,
And all that I see,
Is the head of my charrie,
and the one who saved me.

HE takes my hand,
And leads me away,
I know that I'm waking,
And desperate to stay.

I feel that world slipping,
Freedom's taken, aswell,
I'm taken from Heaven!
And sent back to hell!

I sat at my desk,
Determined to write,
I turned on my 'puter,
And started to type.

^_^ Woo! No More Writer's Block!