The Painting

Poem .... The Painting

Purple splashes
Playing in my head
Velvet cloaks
Lined in red

Brush poised in hand
Just dipped in gold
Awaiting that impulse
From artist of old

That classical render
That King of old
That suit of armor
That chest of gold

Tis but a painting
A story now told
A tale of royalty
From days of old