The Imitator (The Artist pt.2)

by RedRose   Nov 30, 2009


Lusting for The Masterpiece,
Her canvas shown bare,
horse's tail dipped to colour.
Ecstatic punishment filled the air,
the Artist's brushes white glare.

The canvas weakened,
She was painted.
Life escaped,
The Masterpiece, dead.

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