Masterpiece

The stars are filling up the dark
Blinding flashing light
It would have been something beautiful
Had her heart not been filled with fright
Stunning colors slowly appear
Purples, yellows, greens, and blues
It would be an incredible canvass of art
If it were not part of her that bruised
The artist perfects his medium
Adding and mixing liquid colors smooth
Drink it down, one by one
He is the artist – this he must prove
To perfect his art of painting
He fine tunes his array of skills
Frenzied with every stroke of his brush
Until a splash of vivid red is spilled
She thinks the red is beautiful
As she feels the weightlessness of flight
A smile crosses her face before
She floats effortlessly toward the light
And feels the sweet release of freedom
The painting, colorful and now complete
Will be locked away forever
He finally finished his masterpiece