# Angelic Muse

Author: Crae Foxx

Now as I stand here  
Thinking of what say  
My mind floats astray  
To that fateful day  
When I was down on my luck  
When I had no home  
And I was all alone in my own dome  
My life came to a dead stop  
I hit rock bottom...  
I think about my life  
And regret Fate's choice  
Then I suddenly hear a voice  
And I look up as I was confuse  
As I see the blinding figure  
The figure of a muse  
I shield my eyes as I beheld thee  
And then she said to me  
'Are thou blinded by what ye see?'  
I ask "But how does one  
see such beauty and grace?"  
As she came down to me and  
Looked into my face  
For hours she examined me  
And narrowed in the space  
She then layed her hand on my cheek  
And I felt a change inside   
As her soft skin  
Made contact with mine  
I opened my eyes  
To this angel devine  
'The pen is mighter than the sword.'  
She said as she handed me a quill  
And with the quill  
Came into me a new age  
As I started to write words  
That filled every page  
I just wrote and wrote  
Wtih a burning passion  
I wrote every feeling and meaning,  
Every word and action  
About foxes, wolves,  
And different species  
I wrote all I could  
About these fantasies  
I wrote for what seems  
Like centuries  
Then I stopped and looked   
At my book full of stories  
I looked up at the muse  
And said "All is well."  
And it was at that moment  
That is, that I fell  
Down from the clouds  
Which she was atop  
I closed my eyes  
Wishing the fall to stop  
And when I opened them up  
To see what fathomed  
I was laying in my bed   
And I thought about what happened  
I felt something in my hand  
And I looked to see  
I saw the feathered quill  
That the muse had given me  
And it was from that  
Moment on I knew  
That I am a writer  
And writing is what I do

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