Inspira had walked her. It wasn't cold to her like it was to the mortals and she liked the view of the trees. The theater was abandoned and she always felt a bit of sadness when she saw it tossed aside.
But it was beautiful.
The words that normally circled her wrists and head were fewer now, although they were slowly coming back. Her rhyme was weak, but promising. She was slowly discovering. From now on she'd give nothing but her words away...
Muse stepped on stage, looking around. In her head, she planned a magnificent play with only the best actors and plots.
Muse stepped forward on the stage. Lights were on her. The audience were on the edge of seats, waiting to hear what she would say...
"Where civil BLOOD makes civil hands unclean. From forth the FATAL loins of these two FOES. A pair of STAR CROSS'D LOVERS take their life!" Muse gasped for a breath she didn't need. But she felt passion running back through her veins.
Romeo and Juliet were lying behind her, no longer needing breath either... She was not aware of Delirium, for she was fully absorbed in the clapping.
"My only LOVE sprung from my only HATE! Too early seen unknown and known TOO LATE! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a LOATHED ENEMY."
Muse collapsed to her knees dramatically and looked to the stars. The color of her hair a little brighter.