Poetess and Muse

There's story of a Poetess
And her mysterious Muse.
One was afflicted and possessed,
Another felt so used.

They silently created world,
Fulfilled by secret dreams.
Inside it was unreally hot
Beneath the star that gleams.

When Poetess was writing rhymes,
Inspired by her Muse,
She traveled through the space and times
With trace of one's accuse.

They had a heart-to-heart talk once
And it revealed the truth.
That conversation so enchants,
I'll tell it all to you.

The Muse complained on her style
And path that author chose,
She was unhappy for a while
And had a lot of clues.

The woman was unhappy too
She burst with pain and hate,
For them was nothing left to do
But fighting and debate.

You see relationship were sucks
And they were both alone.
When you sell piece of soul by bucks
It whole will slowly gone.

The Muse was torn and crucified
She bled out poems well,
But now got back regrets and fight
And fell from height to hell.

Somehow behind that shame and hurt,
True words need to be told
They noticed shadow someone's third,
Stopped fight and showed support.

They talked a lot defined new goal,
Shared feeling with great care.
Before the void consumed them whole
In shadow of despair.

It's for the first time they embraced
And she discovered only when
By lingering on massive chest
That Muse of her was always man.