In the dusk of fate, they met a soul adrift,
Madness danced in eyes, a mind adrift,
Two decades passed, a rival’s cruel gift,
He swayed to silent songs, no beat to lift.
Steps firm as soldiers’ march, he strode,
Mumbles thick with tales of old,
In his gaze, a haunted road,
Where reason’s light no longer bold.
The past entwined in present’s shade,
Through madness, memories invade,
Their path and his forever laid,
In dance where light and dark cascade.
