Canvas

A blank canvas,

a splash of paint,

a human form

takes shape.

Yellows and reds,

like dawns and dusks,

like fires and flames,

like vapours disperse.

A silhouette emerges,

dark and distinct,

as midnight's demons

consume my wishes.

Strokes and blends,

lines and waves,

a quivering hand,

a mind untamed.

- Eisha