muse

Last night I became Polyhymnia

Solemn, eloquent, and thoughtful

Terpsichore danced to Calliope’s song

Our depth of hope was awful

I’d came to watch your tragedy

Words for my saline scroll

Erato sat beside me

A silent pain untold

We searched eagerly for Melpomene

Our fingers were entwined

I took notice of her cothurnus

And knew what we would find

The tears flowed freely – fearful blue

Her melancholy heavy

The unexpected dagger came

I’d hoped you’d have been ready

Your head rolled back, your tongue went numb

The poison suffered long

I had no time to stop her

Clio told me I was wrong

You lay there lifeless, stiff, and still

I longed only for the end

But just before the closing song

Thalia reared her head

She skipped across the forlorn stage

Her laughter out of place

She winked at old Urania

And put a smile on your face

Euterpe and I embraced with joy

I had to catch my breath

All along it’d been a comedy

We thought we’d known the stench of death