The Painting
The Painting
You see it there on the wall,
On that oak carved hall.
It would have contained you,
In its sapphire blue.
Its colors are deceitful,
And so is its form.
It has a black-dressed girl,
And the grounds were she roam.
They say if you look in it too hard,
It would have swallowed you,
In its sapphire blue.