“They spoke of legends, whose names spread like wildfire
The ones that changed the skies from red to sapphire,
They rhapsodized about an ancient maiden whose voice was called a pacifier
Her voice, they say; could mute the choir,
They sermonized of myths of angels that guarded the heavens and the hellfire
Places deceased once go from the pyre……..”
The room fell into silence once Cam trailed off, Catherine’s gaze remained fixed on the painting, on the words written in black ink by the lowers edge of the canvass in delicate cursives, the words that Cam had just read out loud. She had never been one to take much interest in poetry and art but she sure as hell knew a good piece when she saw one.
Her chest heaved heavily as she stared tried to understand any of this, as she tried to comp
