Mist On The Lake
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The mist on the lake...
It conceals so very much.
It conceals a beautiful woman, dressed all in white,
Who gives into the temptation of his music.
It conceals the only lights he has ever known,
And a shattered heart that was never anyone else's to understand.
It conceals a realm made entirely of illusion,
And a mind that, though twisted and morbid, was both sharp and keen in its senses.
It conceals a choice; a choice which ripped and tore through his soul with its fiery hatred.
It conceals love, lust, sin, greed, power, and honesty.
But you can still hear his cries of anguish.
And you can still hear the silence of his organ.
And you can still sense the stillness of his heart once she left.
The mist on the lake cannot conceal everything -
And neither can his mask.
Just got bored and thought I'd post for POTO...I've missed it :) Feedback would be grand! I know it was only a poem, but its still a work of mine that I'm proud of, and reading your beautiful comments always makes me smile :)