Beauty

Wolven fur brushing against rosebushes,
a faint whisper as canine eyes approach the
open window and peer inside with a secret fascination.

An artist, lost in the melody of her own voice,
Breathing life into a canvas with her brush strokes.

Lunar skin framed by obsidian,
Hazelwood eyes burn with creative passion.

Like Polyhymnia in mortal form,
The beauty of her paintings surpassed only by her own.