Muse

She was written
They keep her locked away
A fortress of prose
In a desert of grammatical sand

But she sings
And flowers grow with petals of flame
As the verse comes forth
She is the muse of night

They keep her locked away
A prisoner of society
She is art and reason
In an unfair world

But I have braved the desert
Have scaled the fortress walls
I have beaten back her captors
And taken for my own the princess of night

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