The Maze

In the chamber of the mind, where shadows creep,
A tortured soul, in endless vigil, weeps
The pendulum swings, a relentless strife,
In the haunted corridors of a dark mind

A raven's cry echoes through the hollow,
As thoughts, like thunder, in darkness wallow
The chamber door soon reveals a maze,
Where sanity and madness coexist, ablaze

In the riddle of the fights, a labyrinth to roam,
An epic descent into the haunted home

No blood is spilled, no weapons drawn,
Yet battles rage from dusk till dawn
Dreams entangled with stories untold
A symphony of silence, a nightmare unfolds

In the attic of thoughts, webs of despair,
Past battles linger in the air
As I try to remember and rip what you sow
My mind wrestles with shadows that grow

So in the silence of the psychic night,
Where thoughts engage in spectral fight,
Everlasting and ceaseless drum,
In the haunted echoes, terror will come

In the riddle of the fights, a labyrinth to roam,
An epic descent into the haunted home

No blood is spilled, no weapons drawn,
Yet battles rage from dusk till dawn
Dreams entangled with stories untold
A symphony of silence, a nightmare unfolds

The warriors charge, with a thunderous sound,
My soul trembled, with their steps on the ground
The air is laden with the scent of doom,
Some whispers announcing:
Death is soon!

No blood is spilled, no weapons drawn,
Yet battles rage from dusk till dawn
Dreams entangled with stories untold
A symphony of silence, a nightmare unfolds