BLACK MUSE - Poem

BLACK MUSE

Danielle Myre 12/31/2012

Clouds of black, 

Through the sky lightening makes a crack, 

Rumbling shudders all around, 

You are what I found. 

This feeling is dark,
But I still feel a spark. 

Thoughts are filling my head, 

My page is stained red. 

You've become my muse, 

But have also ignited my fuse.

So these words spill,

Do you feel the chill? 

A sucking hole, 

As black as coal,

It never seems to end, 

No words will be able to fend. 

I should run away,

Because I feel like prey, 

But you've been a good use, 

You are my black muse.