UnBlinded Muse

 The man in a black cape  had a porcelin muse

for she was in penance all sights she refused 

Her job was to Sit still 

and she won't judge until 

the man in the cape, for he the orpheous who would play

the details of the case 

darkness fell upon him the man in the cape was caught by shadows 

chained and locked up by lust and greed 

he was punished to be unjust and only dream of minty greens 

He was possessed by his whims and fancies 

Overwhelemd by his own trials and nuances 

He tuned the lyre according to him 

so the muse in blindfolds would ensure and he'd win

He would struck string upon string 

day out, day in 

the God of vices were intempt 

the evil was free and the goodness  was held in contempt 

the porcelin doll danced by his will 

the muse had fallen from her grace 

H'd deamnd and command, gone were the good old days 

Once in drunken daze he began to pour himself of all the times he had omitted 

of all the crimes he had committed 

His crecendo was the screaming innocents acqquitted 

the fabric tore apart and the light was blinding bright 

the muse was no longer the muse

she was the incarnation of justice and truth 

the pyre was ready the man began to wane 

to cool down the ashes it began to rain 

and system was restored again