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.
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.
I know him, and this is his story. Have you read "The Selfish Giant" by the same author?