My first attempt with a sonnet:
Holy questions still on your tender lips
Drifting illness, driven by solitude
Miseries written early in the scripts
The saving grace, the colors you imbued
Somber tones, graceful strokes, charcoal pied sky
Sunlight becomes you, vibrantly it's shown.
Strokes on the canvas, beauty to the eye
You were passing through a world of your own
Beauty turns to madness, love turned to woe.
Insane musing for deaths invocation.
Your body is wracked in tormented throe
Sentenced now to eternal damnation.
You are now evermore in death's repose
Never to know the passions you arose.
Holy questions still on your tender lips
Drifting illness, driven by solitude
Miseries written early in the scripts
The saving grace, the colors you imbued
Somber tones, graceful strokes, charcoal pied sky
Sunlight becomes you, vibrantly it's shown.
Strokes on the canvas, beauty to the eye
You were passing through a world of your own
Beauty turns to madness, love turned to woe.
Insane musing for deaths invocation.
Your body is wracked in tormented throe
Sentenced now to eternal damnation.
You are now evermore in death's repose
Never to know the passions you arose.
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