Death of my Muse 


Quietly and quite knowing
He worked his magic within
Each of my images
He breathed life into them all
Simply by looking into my eyes
They were given a spark of life
From the love that I saw
Deep inside his heart.

But love is short-lived and deadly
Not caring who it touches
And leaves to die
Seemingly ignoring the scars
It so callously leaves behind
Leaving me to find life in a place
Where life died long ago
Killing the magic within.

The death of my muse
Has become the death
Of something inside me
That cannot be recaptured.

�2003 Angela