Muse in the flesh

I was made from his rib bone 

Magma 

Blood flow 

I was Eve with the apple 

To summon the devil 

Imperfect perfection 

Cannot learn my lesson 

This was the intention 

Behind my creation 

Mary of Magdala 

His soul hears me calling 

The stones thrown 

And Fallen 

Evolution revolving 

Like a Phoenix I raise him 

But the ashes don't phase him 

Enraged and jaded 

I was made to persuade him 

For centuries praying 

Shapeshifting and fading 

Our Parallel paths 

Separated for ages 

Transcend through his dreams 

I am there while he sleeps 

His heat that I seek 

My wings become weak 

His need bleeding me 

This utopian dream 

Muse in the flesh  

Requiem death 

With me 

-Poetic Angel