Muse Fatale
While resting 'neath a hawthorn tree
Although awake I lay dreaming
And there she stood, a fair lady
Her skin like pearl, her eyes gleaming
A painting waiting to be made
Her smile so sweet, unreal seeming
And while we stood 'neath hawthorn shade
Compelled was I to make her mine
And never let farewell be bade
She teased and glowed in noon sunshine
Yet acquiesced to be my muse
And off I went with lady fine
And brag not I, but do enthuse
'Bout wonders paint'd within her gaze
And with devotion paid her dues
I did not sleep for seven days
In madness gripped great works inspired
On fire I was, in artists' craze
A fortnight passed 'fore I retired
And by my side she ever stayed
And watched as my life did expire
My masterpiece, my opus made
And life seemed dull from thence ward on
So unaware the price I'd paid
I thought by morning she'd be gone
Instead she watched my essence fade
Hungry smiles her face did don
T'was then I knew my life'd been trade
For inspiring unworldly skill
T'was not my bed but grave she laid
For love and beauty she does kill
Woman of mounds, Leanan Sidhe
Her prey and yet I love her still