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One of mine to get things started..:
Feigning Masquerade
Joyous music fills the air,
and fills the ears with cold despair.
Sun and moon, side by side.
They chase one another, until the other hides.
A sun that never seems to rise,
and a moon only one can recognize.
The glow casts shadows in the dark.
Mountains tumble and break apart.
Ravens crow at distant turns,
of soulful clouds and glistening burns.
Chaotic thoughts and then she turns,
towards what time cannot erase,
and victory that she never tastes.
Scents trigger an image and lost times,
before those mountains she had to climb.
Sitting in shallows of mystic creeks,
not knowing what life holds and seeks.
Drifting away into hopeful fantasies
Constructed of bliss and serenities;
Filling her mind with thrashing seas.
Forgotten fortresses lurk behind
in the vast recesses of mind.
Dust covers books of wisdom and knowledge.
They lay on the crumbled and broken ledge.
Glittering flakes mar her hands,
the shouts, she does not understand,
and runs lost through the desolate land.
A wounded healer of timeless might.
Calling her out to fill with fright-
ful twisted lies, bring her to demise.
She hopes to fly among the clouds
climb atop and scream from the mound,
To tell the silent world she is here
but nothing ever seems to hear.
A vision beyond feasible means,
a cold recollection of bitter dreams.
The book of dust shakes the ground
Sudden light, she turns around.
Little wolf- at the moon it howls.
The clock strikes with a deepened scowl
and shrieks rupture from the ground.
Do not eat, do not sleep, do not even take a peek.
what lies behind the eyes of the blind,
is too much and little for the fragile of mind.
Among the waves crash the image.
Up from a frozen island, dredged,
an open wound that cannot mend
and fibers of being that do not bend.
Stand by, to what cannot rely
on visions that fill broken eyes.
An image so clear, rippling with honesty
A delight not captured, cannot break this calamity.
Shadow follows behind rays of light
Towers over in their undecipherable might.
Beings of whispers lurk in the night.
Of ghostly wails, of scarring tales.
Of what the fiendish monster hailed.
A speech, is what the voiceless preach.
All light no chains, just out of reach.
No shackles no warriors no boasting saints.
Nothing that makes the strong hearted faint.
The silent sirens of souls, all have a taint.
Do not try to fix the completely broken,
for their fragile hearts are not open.
Dunes of light, of ever-precious insight,
All of them lies, a feigning of all sight.
Wearing masks on the abandoned stage,
Melodious words fill the masquerade.
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