Into the sacred stillness of da Vinci's Last Supper, I once peered, my soul entwined with every shadow and line. My eyes, like pilgrims,journeyed across the scene, returning again and again to its hallowed grace.
I awakened today, & sought that solemn canvas once more. But in place of disciples, I found a cold, lifeless form stretched upon the ground, its last breath already taken. A mother’s heart shattered; sisters’ laments filled the air. They wept, held,and kissed the body.