B - Muse
Clio and the girls can't have it all their way,
Now there's a new kid around.
Here is just a note on what you ought to expect
If you're a muse in this town.
A temple in your honour, some noble erection.
Fluffy creatures sacrificed to gain your affection.
Priestesses employed to divine your will
While you sit on a gilded throne, eat and drink your fill.
Millions of lines attesting to your beauty.
Clive James in the T.L.S. saying, ' what a cutie'.
Scholars debate your demi- god status;
The 'real' meaning of your words and then constantly berate us
For not embracing the enlightenment, the gifts that you brought,
Your wisdom, your teachings and purity of thought.
These are the things that you choose
When you're accepted as a muse
On the negative side, one day your fame may diminish
Though it never comes to an end.
Hardcore faithful will fight to the finish,
Choosing to break, not to bend.
While scholar's search to defame your legacy
Accentuating stories that question your divinity.
Searching for evidence attesting to your strange behaviour;
Messianic tendencies or simply any misdemeanour,
People tortured within an inch of their lives
Who sacrificed children and deserted their wives.
Whatever the outcome and what the world has to say
I don't believe I'll regret a day that I have known you.
I'm more impressed with you with each passing day
And I'm glad that we have time as there's a lot of world to travel
You didn't have the chance to refuse
So thanks for being my muse.