Clarion


Calling all muses
From near and far
I need an angel
To save me from the Czar
The Furies nibble
Like fishes on my heels
Self-doubt encroaches
Upon long awaited kills
See, my dear, my wings were broken
In a tragic fall,
Through words left unspoken
And regret's miasmal claws
To hold in your hand
Something so unspoken
Dribbling out of your grasp
After so much groping
Of the future and the past
A weight, a burden
To give birth to something true
And deliver into stagnant world
Something novel, something new.

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