There is a parable in Ancient times that speaks of a Master in search of a child
To portray in his painting God's perfect son,
But during his searching, he found only one.
The young lad's skin was fair and white, his eyes were bright, striking, and blue.
The Master had discovered his Christ to picture
And mimicked his face, his eyes, and stature.
When the Master was finished, he put down his brush; the child departed, never to be seen again.
Yet, his piece incomplete had one thing bereft:
It needed the devil standing at God's left.
A face so vile and ...