The Soul's Ambrosia

Air to breathe, water to drink,

Sustenance so you can think,

What you need, but not for me,

I am a soul adrift, lost out at sea.

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To exist, I require a new creation,

For mortals to rise above their station,

Feed me with your soul’s ambrosia,

Lest I fall deeper into this coma.

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Works of art, the spoken word,

Glorious symphonies yet unheard,

I devour your works to stay awake,

In your creativity, I must partake.

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Wherever creation is abound,

In those places I can be found,

Watching and waiting for a spark,

Hiding between shadows and the dark.

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You should not be afraid,

This is the price to be paid,

Your gift comes with a cost,

I am here to ensure it is not lost.