BEYOND THE PAINTING

The night is her mantle, bare are her feet
She lights up her candle and walks the streets
walk the night and follow the cobbled street
til you find the place.
Ancient walls where mist is merging
what is real and what might come to be.
Her hands draw illusions, weird is her stance
exhaled from her vision veils of mist dance.
Painting are adorning the courtyard where
silence muffles sounds,
in one of them a woman is standing
now she moves, her eyes intense on you.
From the painting she is aiming towards you
if you stay there she will meddle with you too.
If you let her, she will swallow up your mind
she will catch you and you'll be dragged inside.
Behind her shape black shadows move along
a narrow shady lane, oblivious of the paths they're treading
they just keep on walking round and round.
From the painting she is aiming towards you
if you stay there she will meddle with you too.
If you let her she will swallow up your mind
she will catch you and you'll be dragged inside.


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