Muse

She moves through the darkness of my mind

 like an owl on a summer breeze.

Sharp talons finding moist flesh,

capturing, subduing.

I am at her mercy,

unable to flee,

unwilling to fight.

She is my love

and I her willing victim.

She tears at my mind,

stirring my soul.

Captured in her grip

I can but write

and revel in the words that come.

My companion,

my nemesis,

my muse