Intro

Tired and worn,
We seek shelter
From an approaching storm,
We found our way
To a mansion old
And I lay down all alone
In a secluded room
With paintings bold
And saw it in the candle glow.


A

A wild artist with
A blooming career
And a passion for
Painting that
Wouldn't wane
He married a girl
So pretty and pure,
Like a flower fair
Under the Moon's ray


B

Day by day
He painted her portrait
Day by day
She withered away


A

Locked in their room
For hours on end
His mind grew dim
To all but his painting
The model, the wife
The poor, pitiable thing
Grew frail and thin
With her heart aching

Brush by brush
The art gained likeness
But the girl also
Lost in fairness
Upon the final touch
He raised his head
But it was just too much
Yes, she was dead.


B

Day by day
He painted her portrait
Day by day
She withered away

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