I was here. Waiting. And waiting still.
But dear muse have you left me for good?
Because my life is a dying crow
and without you I am a cripple.
Without you all things turn away.
Your laughter drains from my head
and the withering sun,
it is extinguished from my sky.
I am always left staring at the
black hole where you stood.
I am here. Waiting. And waiting still.
Muse, you’ve wandered from my life
and with your absence
all doors close.
The stars don’t even shine through
and I shall dream no more.
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