A Muse Dressed In Madness/by:Haunted Lunacy

She is a poem written on my heart,

And recited in my soul.

A muse dressed in madness,

melancholy, and mourning.

Her lips whisper quiet words

of haunting adulation.

To inspire this poets pen

To write this poison verse.

So grim the elegy 

that stains this page,

with ink of trepidation.

This troubadour’s hand 

forever bound,

by the seduction of 

her maddening prose.