Dance of the Midnight Muse

I'll take this day what is offered me, I'll sup from this blessed bord, I'll sip from this divine cup, I'll thank the gods for bounty unasked and laugh as the wine flows sweet as nectar from the bloom. Life's sweet delights, life's darkest fruit, offer the platter, throw the scraps to the hounds, I'll dance the dance of the ancient stones, I'll sing the song of the midnight muse, skip, hop, turn and sway, toss the veil at the fading light of day.

Run before the wind, slip the noose that holds the beast at bay, cry, sigh, loose my braid and let my wild tresses fly before the storm. Lash my skin, sweet wind and rain, touch my heart, release the pain. Come feral hound, lick my wounds, come tortured lover, touch my lips. I'll share this day my bord, my cup, my bed, my heart, hold fast before the whipping wind, hold fast, before this torrent of love that has no end.

Wild night, happy sight, here the moon and sun hold sway, juxtaposed on this one special day. Kiss my lover, smite the sky, chain the hound as it runs by, beware the teeth, that ivory trap, beware the cracked jaws that snap. Oh muse that laughs so wild and free, would that I could capture thee - thy essence burns like flame so heated, but in capturing thee, I would be cheated. Fly free sweet muse and know that love shall never tether thee, fly free and know that love shall be thy wings.