| Posted On: | 2009-02-15 01:29:42 |
Upon ethereal wings, formed of thought
Flying through clouds of whim and desire
Within Morpheus' realm I now reside
Seeking that elusive creature, inspiration
Some say she was blessed by fey
A vassal of proud Oberon
Others say she birthed them
Glorious Titania's mother
No muse is she, for none could mirror her beauty
Nor a scholar, for her wit remains unmatched
Intangible, Enigmatic, Graceful
Blessing and cursing the faithful
For each artist elevated to her court
Ten are cast out of her paradise
Clutching at faint memories of her favour
Prostrating before her glory
A humble pilgrim seeking stimulation
Oh capricious goddess I beseach thee!
Bless thy obedient servant with a boon
To show to the blind and sing to the deaf
Of thy eternal splendor
I wait in anticipation, trembling
From joy or fear i do not know
Shall I be among the few blessed,
Or among the cursed rabble?
My thoughts are silenced, agitation stilled
She locks her eyes onto mine, her gaze unflinching
A momentary pause, I await her judgement
And Then
She Speaks
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