My muse

My muse
My inspiration
The words that come whisper in my ear
Dreams of death and scenes of scare
Of sacrifice and despair
And of frightening sounds of chaos and screams
But then the sun and other lovely things
Of pale pink glass strewn on the floor
And dying romances and the heavens how they soar
Of chimes and how they play on the wind
Haunting you and beckoning you in
Further into the maze of my mind
So curious come and hear my rhyme
Of teardrops that bleed crimson stain
Of crystal glass broken again
Of the moon now my sun
Of the past coming undone
Twisting into thoughts that cross my mind
That inspiration becomes butterflies
Dancing with there wings so high
Never to be shot down always to fly
Of those screams of the undone
On the outside I pretend not to hear
I will remain undaunted until my end
Draws near