Musing? Beware.

Another poet here
Says that there are muses
To thank for verse.
Sweet little imps, or something
Who jump out with an image
Or a snappy choice of words or cadence.
This is wrong.
This is occult thinking.
Ever see the film 300 (Gerard Butler)
Where the Spartans ascended the Mount
For a session with ugly oldsters
Who enjoyed a writhing, captive Nymph?
Muses.
Dancing with the near dead.
Nope poetry is creative.
Inheriting from the Greatest of Creators.
Praying/meditating
For a great, inspired yield.
Just like Moses with those first five Books.
Yep...dasssittt.