Art's Fortress

Art's fortress has a sacred hall

filled with filtered lights that

shimmer teals, oranges, and other

champagne colors that blind anyone

too close to the stained walls.

The corridors invite the curious,

the poor, and the creative alike

with music of lutes and harps

echoing through empty streets

and ringing in reverent ears

It smells of rosy opportunity

and he approves with wide eyes.

He knows of those striking instant

fortune like J.K. Rowling

but also of those who are stricken

by art's sly evasiveness like Poe.

He tames his greedy heart with

bread and wine and approaches

the shrine pure of body and mind,

ready to pour his soul onto the

fifty foot golden pages,

if he dares.