For weeks, my sleep-deprived brain kept replaying rhymes in my head. It would come one line at a time, then one section. I tried in vain to ignore it. Nope! She wanted out! 🤣 She was relentless! I wrote it down, and after a lot of fighting with my brain, the power of AI, and my Photoshop chops, this was the result. Some things are born of struggle, and some things are made of dreams.
Meet Midnight's Muse
In the quiet depths of night,
When stars whisper their silent light,
She emerges, dark and fair,
Midnight's Muse with raven hair.
With wings spun of shadow, and eyes so deep,
She stirs your passions while you dance with sleep.
Her wand, a gleam of starlit beams,
She weaves the tapestry of your dreams.
Gothic grace and mystic arts,
She sparks the mind and ignites the heart.
In her presence, creativity springs,
For she is the Queen of twilight things.
Under her spell, the night glows bright,
A muse of magic, a beacon of light.
She enchants the darkness and inspires your dreams
The sovereign of twilight’s gleam.
As you wake from your dreams, you hear her softly declare,
“I am Midnight’s Muse, with raven hair.”