Falls fierce
Arcane
A whispered ache
A silver vein
It carves the night
With quiet might
A ghostly hymn
A blade of light
Each drop a rune
A cold monsoon
A trembling vow
Beneath the moon
It floods the air
With solemn prayer
A storm that strips
The soul to bare
I stand undone
The past outrun
My shadows drowned
My sorrows spun
The pouring rain
Remakes my pain
A dark refrain
That feels like gain
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