These dreams inside are only a part
Of this blank canvas I hide at heart
Stark white you see; it craves the painter’s mark
Through vales and shadows I trail the brush
Darkness and vagrant souls guide us
Change of space and time at hand
Melting winds roll cross the hand
Black and white this land ahead
I hear the cries of my long given dead
Though distant willows call my name
I travel on head hung in shame
The canvas rests upon my chest
Frozen limbs that claw at me; dead fingers grasp round weakening knee
Dash through frigid pools of daggered ice
Plow through fields of dancing flame
Can’t comprehend the crimson pain
But up ahead there maybe be hope!
A single strand of a light I saw,
And then her face so pale and tall.
Locks raven cloak that face with lust,
Stretch down her crimson vest
Natural beauty from darkness rose
A light
Upon my canvas of lustful woes
The painter dormant
Hidden soul
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Submission Name: Canvas
