"Your muse is worried," said Baba Yaga,
"Two years almost you've been retired
And you still have not written Paradise Lost."
"Why should I even want to? John Milton beat me to it."
"Dazhe tak, we feel you're growing slack. Even Cardea,
Goddess of door hinges, said so the other day."
"As far as I know, I am Cardea's last worshipper;
If she wants me to write Paradise Lost, tell her
She should, like a proper goddess, come tell me so
In a riddling dream which I can misunderstand
Or disguised as Madonna or Justin Bieber."