False Muse by name of Siren I call you
Through the burning night they’re drinking
My soul, my self, my spirit’s talent true
Ah Muse, to the Siren’s song I’m sinking
And yet, cooly, you stand apart from this
On my behalf you will not interevene
Your sway and powers, for me, run amiss
I wonder how you did cut me so clean
With your sweet touch I rose above the rest
Now in my woe blackness plunged you delight
Filled with your energy you loved me best
In dark solitudes you showed me your light
Was nothing more than a wet match burning
Confusion; no more than a trick of yearning
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