Come with me
To a place untold
In which heroes have died
And stories unfold.
I’ve lived here for years
And shaped this place to please me
Tired of faux-sweet scenery
To this realm I often flee.
I dip my brush into my soul
Picking up where nature ends
Painting my silent poetry
My heart’s aspiring flames bend.
A creation of limitless portraits
A range of colors are used.
This world of Illusions
Seeps from my pen, twists and grows
Pen to paper, darkness to light
My inner vision and ultimate expression shows.