Invocation of the Muse, Pt. 1

I stand alone in dark of night

Daring myself to pluck my lyre

I'm calling forth with all my might

To guide my pen, to lift me higher

Her constant, incandescent fire

Bring forth thy sacred form

Lift the veil, thine robes unfold

Make me whole and make me warm

Take my dreams and make them bold

Instruct me in the ways of old

I offer up my soul and mind

Laying bare my very heart

To ancient forces, most divine

The flow of visions and the arts

I call upon to do their part

Bring forth thy sacred form

Lift the veil, thine robes unfold

Make me whole and make me warm

Take my dreams and make them bold

Instruct me in the ways of old

I invoke the goddess, the spirit of song

To guide my hand, to once belong

To the exalted realm of the divine

I call upon the muse to make it mine