She Rules The Night
© 1999 Jim Rivers

She sells out secret shows in theatres every night
She gives the tickets out for kisses causing riots
She knows the harm she does is charmed
You'll let her crush you in her arms

She consoles the god's who want to run and hide
She lifts the curses that they left upon the night
It's only right
They bred her they bled her and now she rules the night

And now she rules the night

She haunts the halls of solace in her flight
She has no need of balance to be right
She knows you'll do just what she says
But then she'll leave you there for dead

She has the answers that you search for all your life
She keeps them hidden in a smile cold as ice
It's only right
She warms to the touch but you owe her so much

She consoles the god's who want to run and hide
She lifts the curses that they left upon the night
It's only right
They bred her they bled her and now she rules the night

And now she rules the night

~

The muses were the entertainers to the Greek gods of Olympus and an inspiration to mankind. Logic, art, literature, music, dance and more. They are still a vibrant legacy. From them we get the word museum, shrines for the ancients.

She's a captive of free flight, she's a painting in the Louvre'. She's a muse   with nothing better to do then make promises that you must keep. When the other gods of Olympus left, possibly because we had outgrown them, the muses remained. Equally at ease in the role of friend or foe they still inspire us. Their purpose and influence unabated for the artist intentionally lives in a world of belief. A willingness to accept, even if on faith alone, that which produces a rendering of ones thoughts. Is it magic that the artist reaches into thin air and brings back a physical work? Or did the artist reach into the void and accept a gift in hand?