There came a youth with many faces,
his manners and his words were fair.
He swayed all lis'ners with his graces,
while hiding why he lingered there.
With careful truths he crafted lies,
yet lies belied a noblest cause.
When love emerged, with tearful sighs,
he spoke the words to give it pause.
One day, all secrets were revealed,
then joyfully, his lips unsealed.
About the Creator
Ellen Stedfeld
Perpetually immersed in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments, at live events and @EllesaurArts.com
Community arts in NYC/Queens -- now sketching NY Comic Con, Oct 8-12th 2025
Love participating in challenges to motivate new work!
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