Rick Mobs at Mine Enemy Grows Older, who I discovered through Paisley (thanks Jodie), has invited his readers/viewers to give words to his beautiful art. The above titled art needs no words; as it is a supernatural story in and of itself; but, since Rick has so graciously allowed us to put words to his stunning creation - here is my rendition. . . in another spiritual riddle . . .
I've tricked you since the days of old
Enticed by me, you'd lease your soul
If I could trade eternity . . .
You'd sell, not rent that soul to me.
I'm the most illusioned of all evil spirits
My existence holds but one egotistical merit
I bring forth false vision to the being
who can not bring himself to seeing
the wondrous beauty of the soul within
that shines like gold when love seeps in
that lasts through style and passing trends . . .
I'm the most deathly of all deadly sins!
If I could erase your lines of wear and tear
you'd trade your soul without a care
If I could make all bow to you
there'd be no limits to what you'd do
because you don't see the beauty in creation
of what God blessed you with in relation
to all God's creation, magenta, black, or white
I've tricked your vision; jaded your sight
by grace but for only a twinkle in time on earth
for God forbids his art to loose full worth . . .
in the vastness of creation's grand eternity
Who am I?
I am the deadly spirit of Vanity