The demons of the underworld emerge

Onto a canvas of blood

Draws the decrepit artist

Slowly his head submerges

Bathed in bloody red

I cloak the misery

Of this weary sole

Amongst artists long dead

Soaked in sorrowful blue

The sadness of the mortal soul

Longing to be recognized

Ones who no not of his many hues

Laying down the tool

Slowly view this masterpiece

Of anguish and misery

By the few of fools