Rewarding the Artist or An Artist's Reward

Let minions love their sycophants,

the dullard's wife, serves bland,

her husband's nightly praise, each course-

the man of taste disdains,

his tongue sharp as a knife,

the cow cries when cruel truth demands divorce.  

None own what genius thinks,

but brilliance makes to mind,

delighting in each name's creation, bright,

each light shines out,

I know the stars!

my moon writes night-

there worship lies,

but darkness, shadows stab,

reward; pain's scars.  

Let all close eyes

and cut away what sleeping blinds,

no finding might conclusion's worth assure,

but question mediocrity,

interrogate, all issue claiming

source and cause is pure.