Somedays it just doesn't pay to sit in front of the computer

An Ode to the Missing Muse

Oh woe is me, the trials I face;
The unutterable fear of total disgrace;
The whips, the chains, the fiery hells
The darkened nights, the mourning bells;
Traceries cast on ivory sheet
The smell of blood so ne'er sweet;
The sweat, the tears, and aching bones
That call a dirge, to make atones;
To fight, and feel, the tigh'ning noose
The words, the phrases jerking loose;
Plots gone awry, and Hero's lost,
To raucous screams, incalculable cost.
To whence and where did'st thou fly
The Muse most precious in mine eye?
For here my deadline doth draw near
And suddenly it's very clear
My deserting Muse has left me dry
There's nothing left for me to try;
So here I beg and plead, and pray
Pleeease come back from Mom's today.


One of those days when LiveJournal user qnotku was out having fun on the town and I just couldn't get my mind focused on the writing. :)

S.J.