[u]THE MUSE[/u]

Heated passions on display
Brings forth our minds and souls
Oh, how you adore your little Muse
As long as it suits you
How can it harm this Angel Muse
To be ignored, then poetically abused
Wring her for all she's worth
Leave her gasping on lifes last wind
Take all her words to give to another
And leave her empty - bereft of all passions
She fades until she is mere memory
Her work is done - she is needed no more