I Sing in Memory of My Lost Muse

I sing in memory of my lost muse

She's gone from my side, no more murmured words

Her disappearing act seems a cruel ruse

Without her my life is in pure discord

I no longer write with beauty or truth

My mind lays as empty as blank parchment

My meaningless verses are quite uncouth

Devoid of emotion or sentiment

In her stead are sparkly, shiny poesies

Insincere, yet they glitter in the light

They nestle and they make themselves cozy

As I search for my muse to make things right

But if she be gone for eternity

I'm without soul or creativity