The Artist's Crime Poem by Audrey Stephenson

I am the tale of the bluest night
Running with the hunted
And I am a portrait of a separate fire
The clockwork of naked Babylon
The dead low tide
The flower's captive
Their eyes were watching the haunted expectations
The elusive monsters
And the brave new heights
The Artist's Crime
And the Jungle's Punishment
Those brief interviews with the hideous sea
The howling wasteland on the timorous road
Was heavier than heaven

He had become tainted, and all he yearned for was the pristine sanctity of innocence.