Blackened seas, Darkend skies, A world that resides, Abides in thine eyes. Dimly painted realm, Lit by eternal light, Full of echoing clamor; Lost souls' last plight. Crumbling keeps, graze the sky, Listen close, hear the fire's cry, Atop the mountain, hark thy raven's call, Stand your ground, watch these lands fall. Laws of life don't exist When a world eats itself, Yet continues to thrive without fail, deterioration, or perish. Only in absurd hysteria, Will you find, A place I call home, This delirious world, By which my heart entwines, And where my blood flows, Cast-upon by moon's glow. Green forests lie gray, Livid flowers shine bright. Enjoying my wonderous world o' night? An oblivion without shape, sun rise, nor sun set. A world twisting around itself.. Where obscured beauty of darkness dwell. Opaqued races occupy the region, Ravens, crows, vibrantly gothic butterflies.. Shadow energies, with unexplainably defined features. Around a throne of skulls they gather, Each placing their peice, A newly engraved design. Castles meander amongst fogged land, Drowsily dragging along, as if they had a pulse. The galaxy shifting ever so elegant, Always writhing through it's own very being. Mad, you say? Well, lesson for you. Knowing madness allows one to know sanity. For you cannot truly know sanity, until you've experienced madness. Just as withheld flaws create perfection, but perfection creates flaw in itself, for there can be no good, without an evil to thrive beside it.
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