Monday Septeber, 15th - What the Deuce?

  Everyone remembers the day the brilliant painter didn't paint. Everyone remembered the day he dropped to the floor in greed. Everyone remembered that day when the clouds weren't so white and the sun wasn't so showing. Everyone remembered, but they didn't want to forget. The painter was only alive because of the greed his paintings got him. The money that paid himself out of death. Was a fortune not to be recovered easily. The day everyone remembered was the day of his last painting.
  His mansion was dimly lit as the night outlined the sky with darkness and shards of twinkling light. Only one room had been illuminated by light. The painters room they called it, full of mystery some said. Paint covered the windows with a broad array of different colors that you couldn't look through. They say the painter took only seconds to paint because he was painting the figments only found in his imagination, only the deepest parts anyways.
  The night grew longer and the day came sooner as the painter stroke the canvas with swift movements. The colors seemed to appear from no where. There were strange beings. Goats with a violin smiling as he plays a note. A mansion in the background haunted the surrounding areas with its illuminated windows assumed to be candle light. The vast space was covered with bright, dark, blinded, faded, and transparent colors only seen at a masquerade party.
  A fish danced in the background with a wand in his left fin conducting a ceremony only he knew of with a object only he could create. The fish had no trouble hovering his fin past each note on his magical machine. He danced and smiled with correct posture in the clouds of oddly dimed colors. Although the fish and the goat smiled none smiled more that the couple in the front of the scene.
 There was a man faded in color holding a women with a brides head dress on and flowers in hand that smiled at his company. The couple seemed happy with this arrangement of fish and goats on instruments. For them the day didn't not matter because it was truly a wedding only one could imagine.