Trust In What You Write

My muse demands study in all her ways to know Risk the flames that bellow and cause the mind to glow Then with heart afire and lettered in this pain Truth and love's poetic voice surely will obtain. Should I fail and fall in the blackest pits of woe I read loud greater works to hear how sweet they flow, How my muse harangued me though greatly entertained; She said: 'False rhymes that end the lines can never be sustained. Rent! All the books asunder! Hearken to the call! Save the princess from the wolves! Scale the castle wall! Passion thrills the moment, compassion turns to grief, Dig down till it hurts, till your own words make you weep! ' When I turned to face her, her eyes were shining bright, Oft repeating what I learned, 'Trust In What You Write.'