raft an Old Master painting Blackened night ...

Craft an Old Master painting Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night