Too Many In A Row

To write...
Ahh, but to write.

The muse causes
The man writes
Should the muse cease,
Well, the man ceases.

Time and again
As often as a blotted moon
A new muse will arise
One worhty

Eventually,
Even every exciting event
Extinguishes existence
Only for new life to grow.

And alas, a literal dynasty
Cut off at the waist
By one writer to another
To end a writing streak.