In a haven of art, where colors dance,
A studio adorned with an ethereal trance,
Whispers of paint and smell of linseed,
A shrine where creativity is unleashed.
Years of dedication, brushstrokes refined,
A lonely chase, the artist's mind,
Yet, the canvas held a covert untold,
A dark side, a story unfolds.
Through the squeak of the door a presence arrived,
Radiant aura, living, revived,
Silky foo...