Oscar Wilde's classic tale of Dorian Grey which I felt drawn to write this poem ...The I in the poem is Dorian himself. If you do not know him google his name.

The fall of Dorian Grey

Transfixed I stood back
staring at this masterpiece in oils,
Frozen unable to move
as the picture its self stillness foils,
Piece by piece cracks appear
and begin to fall all around
An eye,
a button,
a smiling mouth without a sound.
Suddenly an avalanche
like pieces of descending birds,
No beauty around my feet,
changing into a thousand words,
To keep my goal..........
I did sell my soul.

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Don
I know him, and this is his story. Have you read "The Selfish Giant" by the same author?
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Ben Gieske
A creative description. I like the way you build up the poem to the final climax. I am glad to see you write a poem about the book your read. I like to do that too.
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Maggie
Hello Ken, wow you really got into the soul of the character in just a few lines, very clever and well written poem :)
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RAJ NANDY
I LOVED THE CHOICE OF SUBJECT AND ITS POETIC RENDERING !
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Sandra Martyres
Just brilliant....you do justice to Oscar Wilde and the Picture of Dorian Grey
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