It's Friday? Where did the week go?

So I've got to tell you guys...I'm exhausted. It has been a humdinger of a week. Between Mo's illness and this whole daylight savings time BS, I can barely see straight. Throw in the guilt I'm feeling over not devoting at least two hours a day to NaNoWriMo and I think I might be on "overload". So in the interest of preserving my sanity and yet still providing you with a half way decent post, I dug out something old. Well, not that old. Couple years tops. And by 'couple of years' I totally mean five. And yes, it is poetry again. Sorry for those of you who showed up for funny and got poetry instead. Sometimes we can't have what we want (because I really want to be done with my novel and to be able to take a 3 hour nap. Neither is happening today). Sometimes the candy bowl is filled with dum dum suckers instead of chocolate. It happens. Stop whining.

The Muse

So you traded in your faerie wings
all fluttery opalescent brilliance,
swapped them for some demon horns
slightly bent and always in need of polishing.
Took off your flowing dress
of softest velvet petals,
and cloaked yourself in thorns instead,
sharp, poison-tipped things.
No longer accompanied by lilting notes
softest breezes, natures murmurings.
Now, you're lulled to sleep by
the cacophony of human suffering.
Instead of the innocent laughter
of children and young lovers-
you prefer the anguished wails
of the dying and newly damned.
When I chanced to ask you why
the choice, the change?
You merely gave me your recently
perfected satanic smirk
and replied-
That finding lost souls and luring them
to the seductive darker side
was far more easy then inspiring
the unimaginative masses.
Far more fun to cause tears
then to lighten the sadness.
On the whole, you'd simplified your life,
cut your losses and moved on.
And wasn't there something that I'd like..
fame...fortune...beauty...
you could cut me a deal.

SMT 03/04

Like it? Great! Don't like it? Well that's okay too. To each his own.

Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend,
♥Spot