Byzantine Blue Paul Shapera

[Raven]
Welcome, my beautiful little shade of byzantine blue. Perfect, perfect, I've been waiting for you
I've always wanted to have a neighbour just like you
My bucket of blue

The bells are ringing
For me and my blue

Do you Raven take this fallen angel to be you lovely little cobalt queen to have and to hold in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?
Oh I do, I do take this blue!

I see we've lost the plot, have we? Allow mе to illuminate

Oh tell us a story uncle Ravеn, a story, yes a story uncle Raven, please uncle Raven, a story, a story!
Aah, well. I shall tell you a poignant parable of pain and perseverance. You may read along with me in your book! You will know when it's time to turn the page when you hear the magic bells ring like this. *chime*

Once upon a time there was a brilliant, immensely talented artist. Immensely talented, and charming, and excruciatingly handsome. Oh you are so handsome, no you're the handsome one, oh I love you so much- *chime*

A painter needs a palette of colour he can use
And I've got crimsons, emeralds, almost every hue
But the one colour I don't have for my work of living truth
The one I need most is byzantine blue!

Who am I?
I am an artist and I wish to create
Just like that bastard up above who I believe we need not name
They say that I'm selfish, cynical, ungenerous-