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[Rahsash Geldich]

I wanted to wash away the pain

So I went and stood out in the rain.

But what it washed, it left tainted

Not clean as I thought, but repainted.

And as the paint slowly chips away

I sigh and recoil from the day

That I must go stand and reclaim

The bits of lost soul-I need to stay sane.

 

But all has been washed by the rain

And shimmers, tainted by rainbows

Shadows on the moon

 

A full moon beckons me into the dark

I slip like a shadow, slither to embark

I pass unnoticed and enjoy my solitude

My place of calm away from the multitude.

Call to mind all the eerie fantasy halls

Faintly damp, filled with night's calls

Moonlight streams in, the only light

Iluminating this silvered chyld of the night.

 

But the moon makes this alright

No evil resides, just shadows of doubt

Engulfed by them

[HopperWolf]

I likey this

 

Reminds me of Macbeth actually (Lady Macbeth). I also like the conflict of emotions. In despair so often I seek solitude and in that I find a false hope, which I inevitably see through and slip again.