From my rock the air is clear. Surrounded by sea I can only dream what it must be like to walk in busy streets, filled with all manner of pollution. Indeed, it is upon this rock that I can see furthest of all. The horizon stretches a full three hundred and sixty degrees around me. There are no hiding places here – I can see everything.
Yet the words of my Muse echo around me. They haunt my mind and cause ripples to dance in the water below, gently caressing the crest of the waves reminiscent of a mother holding her new born child.
My salt water collides with the moat that fences me in, building its wall ever higher.
Sailors of old perished upon these rocks, mistaking the mermaids call for Muses abundance. The crew of passing ships would see men smashed against these hard stones, but they never ventured close enough to find the broken hearts within.
Take heed of my warning and ensure you can distinguish Muse from the mermaids, who swim below but never venture onto the land. Listen to her words and let her guide you from the dark, so that you may steer yourself clear of the reef.
There are many voices that are blown upon the wind. Take care to listen and choose the ones you let inside… The ‘My Muse Show…'
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