On the Stygian Canvas of Dusk I spilled the hues of thy memoir; Yellow for the summer When our ēage blazed desire. The Greens of rain Fell on my parched Solitaire; Petrichor of yearning enveloped my senses Ablazing my libidinous Chandelier. Red of Romance splashed the Canvas Tingling my ardour emblazing my night; Your arms became my whole nine yards, This saga travelled far and wide. But the blue of gloom Hovered above our Star; A discord marked its presence Charring my cherry blossom, Left on my bosom a deep Scar. Yet a Gleam of hope, still remains Longing for thy touch,my love sustain, And the white rays of sunshine adron this grey ether of dawn. Art of Stygian Canvas
