Alas, my Muse is dead, <br />only a Shell of His former self. <br />There is no Spirit in him that I may <br />Immortalize, captive in my Art. <br />I myself thirst for this, <br />His former Life that I held so Dear. <br />But now it is Gone: <br />A Slave to some unseen Force.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ab-barathro-meae-animae-iii-death-of-a-kindred-s/
