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Strained, pained
Looking out of my gilded cage;
Wishing I could escape from myself,
If even for a day.
The dead of night,
A dream of gossamer woven from moonlight;
Weaving through my mind,
Beckoning me out, hypnotised.
Walking out into the dark,
Solace in the fact that I know;
Half the world sleeps,
In fear of the night, glistening bright.
Thought dies down to perception,
Chaos melts into calm;
Hair flying against the wind,
Stealing me into eternal bliss.
Laying on the grass,
Gazing into the sky;
A scene of glittering obsidian
Shimmering in the full moon’s light.
The night’s so calm and soothing,
A cheat from the shackles of the world;
Why do people call the ominous?
A symbol of the netherworld?
An experience of a lifetime,
Granted to only a lucky few;
A moonlight tryst, the call of the night,
I got to have it too.
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