I searched for those frail fingers
That painted you down;
Nature drew a veil over herself,
The gleam of the sun diminished by a shade.
I searched for him,
The artist who never appeared,
Whose art won him the world;
You came to life so quietly.
Another artist, he painted a baffling smile,
That wept, captivated within a trivial fortification,
Spectators flocked, but only to admire,
How could a lover be so cruel?
I have been searching long
For traces so clear, yet unrevealed until now
His feeble trails on the arcane sand,
Concealed by your flawless sorcery