Muse

I lurk in the darkness,

Feed on pain

Emotions stir my soul

Longing is the air I breathe

Suffering is my strength

And you, you are the oppressor

You are my muse

In the pain and tragedy

Set forth by your whims

I find that I am grateful

You stir my soul,

Tempest in my heart

In this misery, I feel most alive

For I know that love lives

In glory and hopefulness, it blooms

You make me hope against hope

I learn to love

Where no love is to be found