Glimmers dance upon the edge of sanity,
where shadows pulse in colors unseen.
Lunatic's chatter echoes in empty halls,
fragmented sentences stitched o'er with mist.
Upon this path,
where lilies of the void bloom,
I find stars hiding beneath the earth,
marionettes of cosmic threads.
And lo, the moon weeps rivers of antiquity,
guiding footsteps in the hazy dew
of forgotten realms,
establishments of dreams' longings.