Hello, poets and readers

the title of this, "Muses", sums up the majority of my poems, as they all are inspired by muses weaving themselves into my mind. It also happens to be the title of one of my poems, which I'll post here right now...

"Muses"

Muses, the very soul of a poetic being
Life, all around and so dear
Transform the scenes so common into words
Take not for granted, for each faint star is a child
Inspire the heart of the blessed
Dark muse of Night, or the fair muse of Day
Branches of claws against the window panes
A single blossom straying from grassy lane
Fires of blood dripping over the walls
The cavern whispers of an echo's call
Nightmares from the depths of deep blue sea
Softly blow, kind wind, onto the autumn leaf
Muses of Death, gentle muses of Life
Dancing with a maiden, cutting with thy knife
Each face has two sides, yet as with all
Every muse is the soul of a poetic being
Muses of Death still lend to the poet
The elixir of Life.

it's not one of my best, but it is straight from my heart.