Female smokin’ leeches

Muse: do I wake again in silent dreams?

But never does an answer

Come from your daedra’s lips

The inspiration of all my poesy

Seeming another woman’s shape

Trying to make us about herself

Another smokin’ leech

I make the word devil out

They obfuscate your pretty face!

At one time, was only you and I, G,

Now this seems place crowded

With shadows crowd you out

Loyal to my guide, G,

Dispel shadows with Light

Am I writing this in dream-speak

Then text in this dream-place

Muse, please only just once

speak me

Next to you

awake