Collide with illusions, fragments shimmer,
The shadows dance, whispering wild secrets,
Decay meets glamour in the twilight edge,
Enthralled by chaos, humanity's serenade.
Through corridors of time, exuberant whispers echo,
Fates entwining and intertoning,
In the display of shadows on crumbling walls,
Where light trickles like laughter spilling over.
The ground vibrates, silently vacillating,
Entropy, thy name is freedom.
Dandelions on broken steps, a wondrous procession
Of glee-glorious, ruination-sweet fragrance.