Prompt

**“Flash-paintings amassed, struck by hairy gaze. Aye! Woe, behold! Oh, why reprimand? Our finest struggle ‘gainst fate’s stern hand; ’Tis work most noble, soaring and grand. Oh dreary, her fiery gaze grew somewhat hairy, And lo! The world did tremble ‘neath her stringed staring, Yet still the painted visions danced and tarried, Defying all, in bright-born light and winged daring.”**