Stick Figure Painting

The initial scratch is scribed and a body comes to life  
   
Blackness.  
   
His body carved of the purest white light  
   
Agelessly faded he drifts solemnly from view  
   
Smiling all the while, an incision of the face emits a wretched laugh  
   
So seldom do his unspoken words take voice  
   
Slung from twine...  ...Forever he remains  
   
...Seamlessly trapped  
   
The ground dangles tauntingly beneath him but with hands bound tight he's dances a "hang man's jig"  
   
A word falls to his side and another limb is painted into veiw  
   
Love in death; this paradime is his noose  
   
Biting deep the rope cuts and the whiteness fades to grey  
   
The existance of light is now unpainted and cold numbness dims the lights  
   
A passing shadow moves before the shroud and soon all is lost  
   
The picture is complete and the painting unveiled  
   
A dull sunshine glow casts a dim shadow and now all is lost  
   
Hush now my child, the time is here to rest  
   
   
   
   
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler   A.K.A  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan