Muse

What a wicked song she weaves,
From deepest shadow and darkest dreams.
Her form cannot withstand the light,
Her wanton eyes forbidden sight.

Blindly through the night she dances,
Do her bidding, take your chances.
Resist her wish and see her fire,
Deny her need and feel her ire.

From another's arms her smile will burn,
Into your soul like a branding iron.
Her lips will move against his ear,
Her arms around to draw him near.

She'll haunt your dreams from another's bed,
And dance where lovers fear to tread.
Her fickle heart will lead once more,
She'll leave him spent, shaken and poor.

Oh wicked eyes, oh fleeting song,
Why can't you to my heart belong?
Because beloved, the simple truth,
You know you can't contain thy muse.