Invocation of the Muse

Tell me, muse,

no, don’t;

the songs ensue,

or won’t.

sing o goddess,

I’m listening,

of course, provided

you don’t say a thing.

the gods will help,

or so I hope,

stories I tell,

stories I don’t.

arms of a man.

I haven’t sung,

it may be grand,

But far too long.

you suffer to learn,

or suffer to not,

and wisdom is spurned

by pain we’re taught.

drop by drop

is hardly any,

my heart forgot

when there was no forgetting.

compelled by fate,

an afterthought,

lasting hate

and safety bought.

men’s forms changing,

why, why not;

joyful or judging,

the victims are caught.

the will of Zeus,

as if he had a say,

hurled in multitudes,

why bother to pray.

speak goddess daughter,

just don’t make it boring,

we’re all monster fodder,

now begin your story.