The Unspoken Muse
With fear, comes desire.
In those words you do not speak holds your power.
As the muse will push you to bounds unknown.
Only in dark times are we truly alone.
So their is light.
Even if we are not noticed.
Words will be still spoken.
Embolden by the thoughts of her.
Glistening upon all the emptiness.
A winters bitterness.
A survival of a long trial.
Endured and shared with the world.
Written in stages.
To be read by those through the ages.
The magic in these sages.
Hidden behind a perspective, a view.
It is part of you and everything you do.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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