Have you heard a legend
Of a painting with diamond frame?
Once brought on a ship by the ocean
By nights faint candle flame
Have you heard that sky was golden
When the picture hung on the wall?
Count was really humble,
Yet possessed such precious haul.
Years had passed and hair were silver
On old and graceful head.
He took his strolls near river
That lead to moon lit lake
Just like in “Sleeping Beauty”
Needle touched his beautiful hand
He fell, meek body broken
And it seemed to be the end
But gods of old took him inside
As he relished with beautiful light
The colours of halo he wore on head
Were like sleepwalking keepers in red