The Artist and The Model She posed for the artist to paint herShe sat so perfectly stillA tremble came across her bodyThat was way beyond her will"For that, my dear" said the artist"I'll paint your blue eyes shutForever you'll be cast into darknessBefore you return to dust"The subject, the model, the ladyLaughed and was not so fussed"You think you have such power, my dearIn the stroke of your brush?Don't forget it is I, your subjectThat brings beauty to your pieceWithout me you would be nothing;A lush drunk on self belief"With that the artist grabbed his paletteFerociously began to paintTill fatigue encapsulated his bonesAnd he b