The Artist

A poem about inner fire, creativity, and imagination. Those who have nothing can still enjoy art.

Color is the prize of sight.

Dress me, please, in swirling light.

Paper, ink, will form life’s mesh, 

Warp my mind, and sear my flesh.

Heroes brave and villains dark,

Brought to life - I light their spark.

I shall see the truth for all.

Even now I hear their call.

Song of dread and fear rings still

Across the land of broken will.

Let me soar high and even rise, 

I shall break the veil of ice.

Leap through space and bend through time,

Graze the stars and play the mime.

See me always - here I stand.

I’m the champion of the damned.