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I sat in silence

In the company of a lone flame

And the canvas I covered

With the image of all that I dared covet

What I saw lie before me was a jewel of allure

It's eyes met with mine, fixed in a flight of fancy

I made myself welcome in misapprehension

The depths of which I surely did not conceive

My attempts all in vain to it's brilliance maintain

And though I gave freely it devoured with greed

One day as if returning from a dream,

The howling wind kicked open the door

The dim room lay vacant, save for the easel

And the painting invested with all my honour

I still met it's eyes, mocking satisfied

I screamed my regret at the laughing design

I looked to the floor and in the filling pool of blood,

My reflections lay bare all the damage I'd done

I turned my back and I looked 'cross the sea

The joyless, gelid tempest turned my piety to dust

Knowing once was adored was now held in disgust

As I stood for a moment unmoved