Madness lives in cracks and creaks
Where sadness is hid, and silently speaks
Together they waltz in a slow creeping dance
Invading the minds vaults, in a loveless romance.
Happiness evades their treacherous offering
As two knights of the shade vie to dethrone a king
A dance is formed, its steps put in place
A soul is torn forgets its old shape.
A mind at ease, pleased by two movers
The blind deceived, receives the two losers
The dance is slow, its finale is chilling
A king hath been slain, with no witness to the killing.
© Daniel Breslin