The following is an excerpt from “A Vision Into Torturous Grace”.
It appears here by kind permission of Belladonna.
I found these words to be quite special and are one fan’s vision of the legend called Stephen Maynard Clark.
If one were to phase out the lyrics and unnecessary light gimmicks, one would be ensnared by his beauty and hopelessly entertained by his onstage wizardry. Truly in his glory, desperate to make love to the crowd.
In my world, very little has brought me pure pleasure from his mere existence as Steve Clark. An artist made of light, wisdom, and pain; he had everything a smart, powerful woman would want. Steeped in wonder, run through with effortless talent, and suffused with a quiet intelligence, Steve was a vision into torturous grace.
The world was lucky to have had him in it, and although a feeling of widowed suffering haunts me everyday, I simply cannot picture my life without him running through my veins like fire and echoing his sweet song in my soul……forever and always………