Artist

Brush strokes yearning,
Beauty's grasp, a fleeting dream,
His canvas untouched.

Palette of longing,
Love's allure, a silent plea,
Colors left unbound.

Eyes dance with visions,
Captured, yet forever free,
Artistry restrained.

Whispers of regret,
Beauty's essence, left untamed,
Heart's masterpiece lost.

Bereft of song, his tears fall like rain;
For the Hunter gone, and Love's refrain

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 928 AF.