Inspiration be thy name
Drowning every moment
An ever-eternal spring
Feeding mind, sating flesh
The waters of quenching churn

Charm be thy name
Solitude limned with starlight
The candle, silent witness
As dusk turns to dawn
A poet is born, fueled by angst
The fires of creation rage

Mirth by thy name
Peals of laughter, gleam of white
Only echoes in the wind
The sword of wit cuts deep
A riposte, equal in measure
The tempest of repartee rolls

O Muse of Mine, I live for thee
This drug you are, fuels me
Lack of, it claws the heart
Ghostly lingering, only memories
This feeling, priceless

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 891 AF.