Weaver of Words, Work Thy Magic!
Set the desk with ink and quill
Prepare the parchment and work your will
Light a candle, let inspiration spark
Be ready to weave your words at first dark
Now, chant this invocation:
Muses hear me, in the night
Guide my pen, ease my plight
Spin my sonnet like a spell
Drawing ink, I conjure from this well
Let my lyrics lure the reader
Entwining verse, refrain, rhyme, and meter
Hypnotic haiku that intrigue the soul
Enchanting elegies that lament and console
Sing me odes to overwhelm the senses
And whisper limericks with no pretenses
Ballads that bewitch and beguile
Followed by epics that go on a long while
When at last the ink has run dry
And the first sign of light is drawing nigh
May inspiration cease and silence swell
Sleep now Calliope, Erato, Thalia, and Euterpe as well
As light sheds the veil, thus endeth our spell!
Please Note: This poem is inspired by the Day 8 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur.