Ethereal Totems: The Mask of Modern Lament

Upon a canvas, dark with untold tales, A weary face, where ancient sorrow wails. The stark red cross, a burden on its brow, Amidst the splatters, then and even now. Of cryptic signs, and vibrant, fractured grace, A silent scream upon a haunted face. Red lips ajar, in stark and painted plea, A modern echo of eternity. A primal cry, in urban, abstract guise, Reflected pain within its hollow eyes.