Artifex Souligni (is working on poetry?)

Be carful friend, for you've been warned
No scaly skin, I've ever worn
No flicking tongue, I've never crawled
Yet King of Serpents I was called

Is it sand, or is it sea?
Or is it just my memory
Oh currents lost, now dunes to stride
Maybe time has turned the tide

I'm but a ghost among the waste
Wind turns my bones to dust in haste
My home now dry, my grandeur gone
And never again shall I respawn

A sea of monsters swim in the air
I remember, I was there.

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What makes a blank space so inviting? Why scribble nonsense in the margins of your textbook? How is it that your sleeves came to be so colorful? And why won't you wash that color out? 

When was the last time you looked at the stars? Did you take only a glance or did you watch until you found a satellite? Did you identify it for what it was? Or dream of what it could be? 

Why tell a story so old, when everyone already knows how it ends? Why sing the same song yet again? Is it to keep the words memorized, or to ensure the tune endures time? 

What will you do, dear creature, with the stars and blank books and tales as old as time swirling in your head? Take up your pencil and allow yourself freedom? Will you look boldly into the void and declare your existence? Or sit idly by and be forgotten? 

Either way, it doesn't matter who I am. Who are you?




It doesn't matter what pen you pick up, I don't mind what instrument you use.
What's that word for when inspiration's struck? Oh yeah, that's right, it's Muse-

That's right the beast of wind and lighting is back, the singer in the Sea of Songs has returned
I'll admit, on my duties I've slacked, but there is a lot this god has learned
I'm the pen and paper calling your name, but you already knew that.
I'm the clever strategy that helps you win the game, and maybe I'm the eyes in the dark that look back?
I helped a lot of people here, but I hurt a lot to and I feel sour.
I guess I needed to take a step back, I've never really thought I had power.

You might have noticed this reprise rhymes
It's a sign of changing times
So I'll be the little voice that reminds you to get back up, when the fight is long and your fate seems set.
I'll sing to fortify and raise your cup, because your last song hasn't been sang just yet.
I know we all seem different, but we all stuck here together and your not alone.
Why is it me who has to give a reprise? I'd inspire you to go and write your own.

It doesn't mater who I am, you've seen me now, you know I'm the muse
Let me ask if you don't mind, who are you?