Eliza Gilkyson Her Melancholy Muse
In the darkest hour, midnight blues
The shadow of her soul will choose
She hears the call and can't refuse
Her melancholy muse
The feather bed lies on the ground
Where hours before he lay her down
Like birds of prey they tried to lose
Her melancholy muse
His hair was tangled in her hands
They fell and flew through borderlands
And what was her and what was him
Was lost under thе skin
The moon shines down on waters deep
Shе prays for love her soul to keep
And as the glowing ember dies
The whisper smoke will rise
The night hawk's on the wing tonight
She sings for him, she sings the blues
She sings for love to win or lose
Her melancholy muse
