The Muses have left the sanctuary.
They left in the dark of the night
When the moon was away, waiting
to be born again.
I've been collecting their remains since—
A book here, some fabrics there.
I've been looking through the spoils
of the war, tripping over the debris
of broken hearts,
As a new sun rises behind me.
The morning is still far away, but
the sun has come up at midnight
to salvage the eternal faith...