Curly ebony hair cascading over her shoulders
Her eyes glassy bludgeons
And with her lips she moulded fire
'You are to do as you are bidden'
Her voice rang through my head
Though only a wisp of flame passed her lips
'The Muse has sent me
She will not deal so lightly again'
The angel vanished and left me with blindness
From the radiance protecting me from her fire
I tripped out of bed and crawled
Until I found a table with paper and pen
And I scribbled, blind:
To whom I must serve
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