Paintings

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