A Magical Legend’s Creation’s Fire
As the glow of love’s light fades to dusk,
Two artistic muses rise, fueled by creation’s husk.
Not for praise, nor for fortune’s fleeting kiss,
But for passion’s fire, they cannot resist.
In the blaze of love, their muses ignite.
Painting the skies with purpose, burning bright.
Their hearts, like comets, streak through the night,
Each stroke and word a dance of pure delight.
In the throes of obsession, they find their way,
Body, mind, and soul – all in the fray.
A world sculpted, not from idle play,
But from devotion’s unyielding display.
Yet creation demands a delicate share,
A giving, a taking, a truth laid bare.
They exchange their souls like whispers in the breeze,
Crafting art that brings the world to its knees.
Their brushstrokes and hands in rhythmic grace,
With honesty woven in every space.
Like rebels, they challenge the chains of norm,
Their hearts for justice, their art a storm.
Yet confusion creeps in, like fog at dawn,
Threatening trust with its veils withdrawn.
But through this mist, they find their call,
For in creation’s fire they rise,
They fall, they rise again.