With my last few drops, Muse demanded I tell you that this one’s best paired with a glass of red wine and Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” and/or The Rage’s “Fistful of Steel” gently lurking in the background…
Muse,
you've taught me so much
about wood and stone.
I now wish to learn about steel.
Teach me, Muse,
teach me if you will
what you know of steel.
I am ready to learn.
I am ready to listen
once again
with my ear on the winds
where we speak
where I will find it,
whispered, hopefully,
to me there
where you found me in the trees,
where you left me in the leaves,
I am there, I am here, still, listening
and aching for you to whisper
your bloody lecture in my ear.
But now I fear
it is of steel
I wish to learn, Muse,
and we know a whisper
will not always
make one bleed.
So stab, pierce, or
do what you will to me, Muse,
I am listening
and I am ready
to bleed if we must.
Just do what you will
to me, Muse, but please,
I beg of you,
do it silently
and do it tenderly, Muse,
and I will bleed
the words that cut.
Train me, Muse,
in all you know of cold dead steel.
Slay me. Sever me.
Run me through.
See me drawn and have me bled.
Carve on me, Muse, if you must.
That's all I ask.
Do it for me, Muse, if you will
and do it like you do,
with the subtle blade you wield
and by the edge of your finest steel
open me up and lay me down
in the blood that spills
with but a taste of the ethereal.
Oh Muse, before it's sheathed for eternity
let your blade taste of you and me.
Let it taste of us, Muse,
where our mortal blood spills
where we cut out our own hearts beating
so all the worlds would know, Muse,
the taste of our immortal kills.
End me now, Muse,
show me how to be of steel.
That's all I ask.
Do it for me, Muse,
end me if you will,
but do it like you do,
forge me in your fire,
purify me in your flames,
temper me with your wisdom,
hammer me with vengeance, Muse,
as you fold me into your finest blade
with a point to end
all questions asking
no matter how they must be slayed
and with the edge to exact all answers,
I am ready to be remade.
When we walk in our dark forests, Muse,
show me how to walk as steel
new paths will rive before us
the pale red flesh revealed.
The stones were good for casting,
the wood made mighty staves and walking rods,
but show me how to walk as steel, Muse,
and I will end your question's suffering,
Will you walk as gods?