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From a vision in August, 1991
Soft deep purple clouds melt in the black sky
Fluffy, white snowflakes lazily float to the ground
Calmness and peace pervade the idyllic night
The gentle scene contrasts violently with my chaotic mind
I finally found a few answers, so I keep asking why
In my personal Hell, I resent the beauty all around
I know my problems are within, but I can't set them right
I see the peace outside, but no inner peace can I find
From behind a lighter cloud floats a round silver moon
The bright magical orb shines its cold light down on me
I feel the eldritch power of the magic of the night
But I dare not weild such darkness to patch my weary soul
I must regain my mental balance, and I must do it soon
I must learn to change my self in order to be free
Fear strikes me as I notice the moon's now reddish light
I look up and see the sphere no longer whole
All the fluffy purple clouds have become blood red
The whole landscape has now died, matching my cursed life
The fire and death in the sky go unseen by all
I try to hold my hope, but it is wrenched from my grasp
The moon is burning, and now my whole world is dead
The moon's blood light feels like a white hot knife
Burned down to a crescent, the moon begins to fall
The flaming, shrinking orb dies with my final gasp
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