Phantom in the Portrait

My art instructor was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen
Radiant blonde hair blue eyes like the ocean and her hands so filled with talent
As she stroked the brush gently across the canvas board it was chilling
Her lips plump like bright red cherries as she would bite her bottom lip tight while she concentrated on her art work
Glancing at me when I wasn’t looking I felt her eyes on me
She would straddle the stool she sat on with a short skirt and the trendy army boots and a butterfly tattoo on her left calf
The theme of our painting that day was a winding road leading up to a castle on the hill
My painting was a self portrait you might say
Where I ride upon a black stallion bareback with my naked chest and leather strap with a sword across my muscular thigh
As I gallop the driven path of an ancient past where I fight and die and lay in a vestibule of galilee 
Fought only to be with her for eternity 
A ghastly shock to my dismay as the instructor painted herself the same as she fell in love with this phantom and held me fast across her lap and dread she not the sword I wore now tore into her heart with blood stains on this frame
She killed herself unforgiven we lay at the weeping of my defeat
This portrait moves across the miles of road of empty space
with haunting memories