Poetic Nightmares

In the depths of night, shadows intertwine, Whispering secrets, a dark poetic shrine. In the silence of dawn, the shadows converse, Revealing truths, as the world begins to immerse. Through the flames of chaos, the darkness ignites, In poetic nightmares, the soul takes flight. Through the haze of dreams, darkness takes form, Unleashing passions, that defy any norm. Ink spills like blood upon the page's embrace, Metallic poetry, a twisted solace we embrace. Words drip like tears, onto the canvas of white, Creating beauty, in the dimness of night. A symphony of sorrow, crafted in every line, Dark verse dances, a macabre design. A melody of pain, intertwined and entwined, Eternal lament, in every word defined. my pen, a conductor of pain, Melodies of torment, echoing in the brain. A maestro of agony, orchestrating despair, Music of anguish, in the midnight air. Nightmares and demons, summoned by the ink, Poetic verse, from the darkest of brink. Ink conjures phantoms, that linger and haunt, A macabre symphony, the mind does enchant.