#muse series

[definegodliness]

Muse: dormant goddess

She is ancient, A soul older than consciousness; Her passion and ferocity, Both feared and admired. She is Simultaneously Nurturer; instigator, and Devourer. Her vehemence, A great eye in the sky That sets alight; alive, all she focuses Her time transcending Willpower on. She is the dormant goddess, Willingly bound to transience For yet another chosen lifetime To re-experience all that is Incited by mortality; Necessity; Amo ergo sum; She loves, She is.

--- 15-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[chaneajoyyy]

Hey Baby Girl, Could you please point me to a Killmonger fic. I think it’s called Muse. He does anime and he has sex with a fan? I keep forgetting the author.

I sure can!! It’s by the very good sis @killmongurl ♥️. And it is called Muse. It’s on her masterlist!☺️!

[definegodliness]

Muse: death wish

She isn't among the living. She knows this. From a distance One would say She sparkles and shines Like a brilliant star, Yet in harshest honesty She has been killed And has been Dead For a while. Still, she traverses that sky, Without source; without an Active origin of predestined Pulsation. To see her gleam Is to believe in true love's will As much as it is to witness How it can destroy the universe When all hope collapses, And the memory of light Becomes all that Outruns  The darkness.

--- 12-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Muse: hope

Hope is a fickle thing; For many it is merely A means of achievement, Never really A way of existence, However, she is its Embodiment. She makes you stare down Every known deity In mere pity. No matter which force Or law Of nature They control, It never may come close To the unconditional love She evokes and radiates. She is the catalyst Of living... Living instead of existing; She is the innate fickle sentiment Mutated into perpetuity As a chanced experiment By nature; A Eureka-moment defining The birth of worship.

--- 13-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Muse: perpetual solstice

She is there when the flowers bloom; When summer's zephyr Carries Their sweet perfume; When the skies tear up To show their abundant Maya blue, And the clouds drift by Lazily As stories longing to be Recognized; prophesied As tell tale signs Good things are coming, And in her wake They often Do.

--- 12-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Muse: angel of the abyss

She’s a fanged creature; Child of darkest nights and Darkened days; Her claws are irretractable, And all Such weaponry Shimmers like silver blades, Yet, Be not afraid; She drinks no blood, Quite simply takes no shit; She’s angelic, despite Never having known true bliss; Merely the product of a lifetime spent Staring into the abyss.

--- 19-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Muse: the dancer

From tip to toe, she flows When she moves to the beat, pumping. She is the living sound wave, Oscillating to pulses electric. Resonating In reverberation; In violent reoccurrence: Like the tip of the whip Snaps, She dips And does it all, All over again; flickering Like a desperate flame's Death struggle; Fuel, heat, oxygen. As long as her needs are met She dances enflamed, Impassioned. She is the earth, liquefied, When she dances; An awe-inspiring escape-artist, Bursting free from life’s  Pressure.

--- 12-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Muse: the spectre

She is phantasmal; A ghostly apparition Meant to fade Whenever you fixate your gaze On her. However, whenever You try to forget her, All of the sudden she's Up in your face In the late 3AMs, and In such a clear and present Dangerous Way It would scare The living shit out of ya If she wasn't so Drop-dead beautifully dead In the first place.

--- 14-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©