Melpomene

A tragic poet 

With a fitting muse

Who would oppose such a setup

We get up

Play our roles

Act like everything is cool

You are so very cool

How

How can you be so calm

When every qualm upsets you 

Falters, defects, you pretend she isn't your god

On bruised knees every night

Giving praise one way or another

A calamity in gray and black

Because white is tacky and reserved for the pure

Wear red, it suits you

My Melpomene

My muse

Amusing how the stars align

When every sign defers preferential action 

Action, then, when it crosses your mind

Action, when it passes your fancy

Action to her

With your voice

Make her cry

Tears of joy and sorrow

And, action, yes, action

When action hath surpassed mortal means 

Becomes something else entirely 

You, with your celestial body

Myself, a dagger positioned to be plunged in somewhere unsuspecting 

You hold me up, you hold me away

And I hold myself to you

Irony that if we two were ever destined to meet 

Neither would survive

The star stabbed

The dagger melted with the heat

We two, a bloody, writhing mess

Together forever

Let me give thee tribute

Shed my blood and ink from pen

To immortalize your wounds

For as I have written of angels

Death

Hope and suicide

The insipid, utter faults of man

The destiny of all

And the catastrophic lies spun by the spiders that infest every brain 

Never have I written of a goddess such as you 

Melpomene

My anchor, my weight

My heaven, my hell

My mind, its state

When all is well

Or especially when it's not

Help me to be free 

My Melpomene