Dark Muse

Oh dark one, thou who knowest not the light,
Thou who stirs the heart of space in thy flight,
I know thee better than I wish, oh dark muse,
Oh lovely and terrifying lady who makes me use

Corners of my heart that I wish not to see.
Thou knowest not, and cares not, my lady,
If I wish to see them; this I know for sure.
Thou desirest only that thy visions murmur

Into the world from between my fingers.
Then thy laughter silences the singers
That otherwise would sing their songs to me.
And in my fear I both loathe and adore thee.

Oh dark one, thou who knowest not the light,
Would that I might turn from thee, and in flight
Run down the dark corners of gentle sorrow,
Where thou mightest find me in some tomorrow,

When I would be able to face thy strange glances,
Thy rhythms of foreign songs, thy comfortless dances.
But thou hast found me out, hast found my soul,
And I follow thee, though I try not; and dark as coal

Comes thy laughter, the sound of dragons flying,
The sound of succubi seducing, and the devil dying.
Oh dark one, oh dark muse, who knowest not light,
Thou art the spirit and the lady of my own spirit’s night.