The Painting

The eyes glanced to and fro

or so it seemed

The eyes belonged to a man

painted in oil

who in life was never redeemed

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The man in black

no one knew his name

had existed in that painting

since the very day

he had died in shame

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For centuries he had watched

for that was all he could do

Hoping each day was his last

That at sunrise

his punishment wouldn’t renew

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Only he

remembers his terrible crime

For his deeds and infamy

have been lost in time

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