Alas, my Muse is dead,
only a Shell of His former self.
There is no Spirit in him that I may
Immortalize, captive in my Art.
I myself thirst for this,
His former Life that I held so Dear.
But now it is Gone:
A Slave to some unseen Force.
Ebone' Ingram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ab-barathro-meae-animae-iii-death-of-a-kindred-s/
