Land of Madness

In realms beyond the mind's own chart, Where logic crumbles, torn apart, There lies a land, a twisted scape, The eerie realm of Reason's cape.

The twisting trees in murmurs speak, Of fractured thoughts, emotions weak. The air itself, a whispered sigh, Of dreams that dance and then they die.

The moon, a fractured, shattered pearl, Casts an uneven, spectral world. The stars, erratic, lost, and dim, Reflect a madness, wild and grim.

Here dwell the lost, the unconfined, Whose tattered minds no solace find. They dance with shadows, sing with tears, Their laughter tinged with whispered fears.

Some paint the clouds with vibrant hues, Of landscapes strange, where logic rues. Some sculpt from clay, with trembling hands, The twisted forms of barren lands.

But in their eyes, a spark remains, A flicker bright, defying pains. For even madness, in its plight, Holds beauty born of darkest night.

So tread with care, if you must go, Where reason's hold begins to slow. For in that land, where shadows creep, You'll find a truth some hearts may keep.