The Muse

a beautiful creature sits looking on

eyes like the ocean, skin glows with the sun

her song like a drug, she pulls you in closer

lost in a daze you can’t even oppose her

you make your move first slow & unsteady

no match for her though, the nets at the ready

you’re not the first and won’t be the last

the catacombs she’s guards are dark & vast

a beautiful creature sits looking on

eyes pierce like a knife, skins touch like poison