Though these poems may be dedicated to the Muses nine,
There is one of these lasses that is particularly fine,
And deserves special treatment.
Her name is Polyhymnia,
And mark these words as no bit of trivia,
She governs all sacred poetry.
Always serious and deeply meditative,
She prefers to wear a cloak and veil,
And it is to her that my words now sail,
Through the ether of time and space,
Hoping that she will find for them,
An acceptable place.
Polyhymnia! Melpomene! And to all your sisters,
I know you have dealt with countless drifters and grifters,
But my heart is set and will be defined,
And thus I kneel behind you all,
Hoping to hear the call,
That has been given to those whom are known,
And those whom you have shown,
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