//------------------------------// // The Muse // Story: The Spike Poem Anthology // by Zephyr Spark //------------------------------// They found the muse and they caged her. They tied her to a chair in their dark lair. They ordered her to sing. They made her scream. They took her blood and drank it. They tried to make her song their own. They sometimes succeeded sometimes failed. They left the muse in a shower of blossoms, I released her to the air. I watched her meld to the wind and soar away past the valleys, past the hills, past the oceans, past the town, past present and future. History tells me we can’t keep her forever and she tells me that she will come again. We may harmonize a moment but that moment, Lives in eternity.