#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...

Brush became mind as the paint daubed
He knew He was going to reach
The pupils that He taught...

In His mind's eye He portrayed skill,
Afterall, He was The Master,
They would learn from His will...

His Pupils would come, He knew that,
He was The Master before all.
They would have to adapt...

He had perhaps taught them too fast,
That very first time He had tried,
To show His skill, to last...

He thought of His wrath, anger felt,
When they had refused to lie still,
The punishment He dealt...

The...