Whilst upon my weekend web travels I came across this artist: Victoria Frances – and was so taken with this piece I couldn’t help but write about it. If you want to see more of Victoria’s work please see here: http://www.victoriafrances.es/en/
Painted smiles and comical tears
lie beneath a gold plated mask
so many faces; so many years
Who I am? It’s only natural to ask.
I am the forgotten extra
a dark, morose, Venetian clown
just waiting for my exit, so
Death can rescue me from this crown.
For my master sits on the bloody throne
a cheater of time and of death.
I am a mere mortal instrument
to entertain until my last breath.
He found me by the Grand Canal
a weary flower weeping
took me for his possession
another toy for his keeping.
Winter breathes inside these walls
compelled to the dreary and dark
bound by magic into the night
cursed by an invisible mark.
At sunset, the music will start
and echo through the dusky halls
I am captive in his shadows
imprisoned inside the dark stone walls.