Fair muse, circling my head
Waiting the feats upon my dead
Hopes, desires, my very life;
Hunger whetted by my strife,
Shall I thank your charity
Ministering here to me?
Thank the vulture when he's done
Cleaning up the carrion!
Oh, you fire of inspiration,
Flaming high in my frustration;
Spurned by love, wed to the muse,
My tortured soul she now pursues
Through joyous hells of exaltation
In my desire --to find creation!