A thousand violins
Beset of angels wings
No starry night.
Nor Winters fall
In dead rooms.
Spirits call.
The tainted hands
Of artists crimes
Weep madly to the hour
For each has sold
In anger bold
A dead eye to the tower.
At Heavens gate
A cursed fate
Where wild women
Seek to shower
In magic dust
Or phantoms lust
The old clock chimes
The hour.
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I love how you painted the picture here very beautiful piece!!!
thank you for those kind words
You're very welcome have a wonderful day!
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