Madness and paradox in the eternal dusk,
Black shards of darkness fall all over the aether,
In the agony of frantic clocks,
In a fountain of fractured dreams.
Whispering cries collide with silent screams,
Shadows crash on broken mirrors,
Cogs of chaos grind in time,
Crimson oceans swallow stars.
Wheels of madness and paradox spin in vain,
In a universe that melts and strains,
And silence shatters in fractured veins,
Where void and emptiness remain unperturbed.
Clock hands swirl in chaos and panic,
As giggles drip from erratic worlds,
Ghosts of the twilight whirl in flames,
Amongst the ruins of forgotten names.
The castle of logic falls apart,
Torn in a storm of sand,
Where the compass spins, lost in confusion,
In a realm of mysteries and enigmas, unplanned.
Stars fall like shattered hymns,
Lost in the void of fractured time,
Each instant, a sigh in the splintered sky,
Of a universe turned to dust.
Images of madness drift on the wind,
In the caverns of unseen dread,
Twisted tales shape into nightmares,
In a sky where desires are dead.
Eternal dusk swallows the truth,
In a festival of destroyed vows,
Where wisdom burns in phantom flames,
And dreams drown in discord’s chime.
Chaos blooms in the garden of delight and dismay,
As hope itself is torn and frayed,
In the mirage of endless nights,
Every virtue is lost and betrayed.
Whirlwinds of folly tear apart the night,
Fragments of doom and death replace all the stars,
Distorted abysses clash and merge,
Unleashing violent folly in a frenzied surge.
Storms of turmoil, wild and fierce,
Rip through the aether, shredding the veil of existence,
In the fractured realms where chaos reigns,
Eternity’s silence echoes with shattered chains.
Fragments of reality collide and combust,
In the maelstrom of confusion and dust,
Torrents of madness swirl and scream,
In the heart of a chaotic dream.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
