Chiaroscuro

Balancing light and darkness To create a vision of the divine In shadow tells a story Of when nature and desire collide Two factions at war, one a great family Patrons of art, victims of envy In the house of god, butchered before all Blood fills the streets, violence is law Cut down like trees, once men of power Hanging disemboweled from the city tower Conspiracy is foiled, nowhere to run Justice is served under the Tuscan sun Smiling in torment, strength in distress Your following eyes tell a story of loneliness Faces of marble, bodies of oil Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth Smiling in torment, strength in distress Your following eyes tell a story of loneliness Faces of marble, bodies of oil Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth When all we have left are our memories Unfinished, our works abandoned Telling a story of humanity The joy of understanding The sacred is portrayed by the sinner in love The image of Christ, the frescoes above A brother and sister, bonded in incest A cloak of ermine, the smell of frankincense Our faces unmasked, our eyes wide open Sanctity of marriage, vows are broken Born into privilege, but power corrupts Scandal matters not to those beloved Smiling in torment, strength in distress Your following eyes, tell a story of loneliness Faces of marble, bodies of oil Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth Smiling in torment, strength in distress Your following eyes, tell a story of loneliness Faces of marble, bodies of oil Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth When the bird has tasted flight It will stay in the sky, never to look back To earth it will never return Once it has spread its wings it will only fly A beheaded martyr, a prophet a baptist Portrayed with ardor by a distinguished artist A sacred image of a saint divine Salvation obtained for the apostles maligned Blue eyes shining in the Florentine night Apprentice to a painter, the stars burn bright Forbidden love, our one befall Accusations of the holy in the house of god I thought I was learning to live, when I was only learning to die Between the shadows and light, where the beginning and end of all things lie A beautiful body may perish, but a work of art does not die Spread and open your wings, like an eagle above you will learn to fly