Assailed daily by the Dusty Djinn.
Fantastic worlds, with wild flowers bloom:
As he banishes the Dilli din
Silent- hunched over his mighty Cintiq,
His strokes are bold, his touch is just perfect
His focus total save one silly tick-
Those ‘likes’ and ‘shares’- how we pay our respect!
Sparked by his genius; the Muses croon and fawn.
The Heavens show him vivid visions of beyond.
From late, at night, till he meets the pink sun at dawn.
He draws the scenes of our dreams with his Wacom wand.
From his seat in the clouds, where he surveys us all;
This elusive titan can be hard to fathom.
Phasing in-and-out, lest in the dark we should fall,
Moon illuminates the darkest of his kingdom.