Songbird

'"Long ago. Before the existence of my career, I possessed the heart of a glorious maiden. Hair crafted from the sun’s rays, and eyes as deep and blue as the ocean which parted us. Long ago, Miss Eliza, I had in my possession the most precious thing any man could wish for, for she is the divine being which we all aspire to be. Love paints us as fools, Miss Eliza, in irreversible ink, forever engraved on our souls.” exclaimed the youthful artist, rising from his stool to perform his soliloquy of painful romance. Eliza’s pupils fixed upon the grand outline of her former companion, her sympathetic gaze shifting from the poet to her wedding ring.'

Engraved
Part one
The Devil's Fiddle
Part two.