An evil fairy/muse who feeds on the love – and blood – of the artists she inspires. Eventually she gets bored of them, leaving them to pine away and die: unable to live without her.
You’ve got to suffer for your art
My darling, what must be must be.
Your genius comes from the heart
So give your heart, my love, to me.
My darling, what must be must be
So many works of art you’ll make!
So give your heart, my love, to me
I’ll give you more than I will take –
So many works of art you’ll make!
Until the day I tire of you,
I’ll give you more than I will take.
And then you’ll die. They always do.
Until the day I tire of you,
Your genius comes from the heart.
And then you’ll die. They always do.
You’ve got to suffer for your art.
Tom Juniper Poetry 