Tag: Artistic Enhancement

  • Ballad 47 of Elysian Craft

    Verse 1:In Elysia’s famed hall of glass,A sculptor’s hands did softly pass.His art sublime, beyond the crass,A vision born in each morass. Verse 2:With chisel fine and marble pure,He conjured forms that would endure.His movements sure, his motive sure,Each piece a soul, each stroke a cure. Verse 3:Yet beauty true knows not a cage,It springs…