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 unmovedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
