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UndiscoveredMuse

Published: Mar 18, 2015

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I work in the shadows, casting visions and summoning imagination
with pretty words, for the souls that tremble in frustration.
I appear when I am needed, and must leave although I am wanted.
I am the bolt of lightning that cracks at the feet of those who run out of steam,
spurring them on with a voice as loud as distant thunder.
I sit with the wielders of the pen, brush, lens and chisel,
always behind them, teaching them how to spark,
fanning their thoughts into a blaze.
They shall never see me.
For I cast their Shadows upon them so they may see their size
as I expel the shadows of fear, to guide their way.
I am the Light.
I am the Muse.
And undiscovered I shall stay.

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