A Painter's Nightmare

A Painter's Nightmare I have been painting where the bird of vengeance tears out the coward's heart large brush strokes given with an angry scowl and deep frown tossed in to boot Land between where the blessed soul and the inner spirit of man do ever part as rough and stout as an old mighty oak tree with withered rock anchored root A canvas as big and glowing bright as the imagination of a happily playing child setting up toy soldiers to battle fiercely until the mighty war God tires of his play Incoming dark spirits unchained and commanded to destroy in vengeance gone wild all that defiantly dare to fight with courage and pluck while in their way Each stroke begs for another more vibrant and deeper that the one blasted on before as the picture looms large sending darkened chills up my old and stiffened spine A shriek comes forth from behind that castle's bloody and heavy iron gated door revealing the angry beast has just fled and all will soon be blissfully quiet and fine.. Tyr----04-10-2014