The Painter - IMPERIAL

He is the warrior but uses no sword

He is the painter that brings hope to this world

Tonight he dines at the table of filth

But conceals it as his darkest grey

He lives in horror and fear that his actions will show the secret of his own

soul

The story is told simply as this

Just a disguise just the grey in his mind

The only color in the black of his mind

Beauty on the outside is not real

He is the warrior but uses no sword

He is the painter that brings hope to this world

Tonight he dines at the table of filth

Wearing a mask made of glass to hide the grey that consumes his mind

Like a painting of sorrow, of fear

Beauty becomes a face in the crowd