Forlorn Ode To Verse
On Helicon, the Muses gather round
Devoured by a passion for their art
Endlessly they weave a silent sound
Terpsichore commands; the dances start
Openly, Erato does impart
Seductive words; Calliope replies
Perchance in verse. The poetaster's heart
Once saddened by Euterpe's sighs
Once more will ache, and then will oft arise
To pensive Polyhymnia's call
Bold poet, laud Urania to the skies
In time will Clio eulogize us all
Let Thalia's mirthful jests reward our toil
Light nothings, that Melpomene shan't spoil.
Contributors: | Beefy's proxy, N, F, Grayman, Beefy, Ethetran, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 1st October 2003. |