The Conjurer

A tale set back in Medieval times. Focused on a jester and a supposed witch. Somewhat of a happy story and mostly dark tale.

The Conjurer

She found a man with a piece of paper and pen

Out of curiosity she stopped to see this new trend

it was a beautiful sight to see

He was drawing the people head to feet

Such an angry lady she was

But an open mind came today because

He pulled her out of the crowd

Everyone ooed and awed so loud

He could draw anything he had ever seen

He could even draw the things he imagined and dreamed

As she walked to the center of the stage

Everyone quickly recognized her evil face

Some thought she was a witch or Satan in the flesh

Others say she is misunderstood only angry at her best

He studied her face, he studied her eyes

He looked at her hair, even looked at her thighs

He looked through the mask and saw a beautiful soul

He ripped off her cloak to show the world what no one knows

She was a beautiful girl underneath the anger and distrust

So now drawing her was a must

After her embarrassment she quickly ran away

She was all he could think about day after day

He tried to draw the simplest form of her

But he couldn't muster up anything but a blur

After only a week he found the so called witch

Sat down and tried to talk to her just real quick

She wouldn't talk just ran away

But suddenly she stopped to turn around and say

Just leave me alone and unhappy

He said I can't you're the only thing stopping me

I haven't ever seen or imagined anything I could not draw

However your face has stopped me like a brick wall!

There is no detail to show the pain in your eyes

No paint to color them as bright as the skies

I can draw the most beautiful face

But held next to yours it's only a disgrace

The whitest smile that no one sees

I have drawn women, I have drawn the trees.

I have traveled across the seas

And you have been here forever, my defeat.

But I am a very sore loser that's why i have taken this seat

I can not leave until I get it all right

I am staying here, even if it takes all night.

The pain and depth on your face

only make me want to estimate my stay

I think it will take an eternity to get it exactly like you,

so an eternity I have to find out the truth.

No one wants to be alone

Everyone smiles when they know they are home

You are no different I can tell

You just need an artist to bring you back from hell

I am here

I will paint the world for you far and near

She smiled with a wishful eye

Shook her head yes and began to cry

They sailed away on the roughened seas

To create a painting that now the whole world will see

I fell in love with a painter he stole my heart

the only man that ever saw past the dark

it took an eternity to get it all right

and now he is gone I just stare at it every night

at the only painting he never did complete

It was just a painting of the dark demented me.

-EN.