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Shade Between Shadows
In the rift where shadows split
Where angles writhe and forms commit
To twisting paths of maddened flight
In shades that crawl beyond the night
Abyssal lines that tear and fray
Unholy curves that twist the day
No mortal mind could bear the sight
Of darkness folded, turned to blight
The pillars bend with jagged spite
Where geometry corrupts the light
A latticework of eldritch might
That pierces through the heart of sight
No sacred plane remains intact
Just screaming shapes with chaos packed
They coil and churn, defy the law
A serpent’s dance in silent maw
The void-born angles, cursed and vile
That beckon with a crooked smile
A twisted grace that claws the sane
In corridors that loop in pain
A blackened hex of forms unnamed
A shadow kingdom left untamed
The shapes between, the madness sown
A temple to the dark unknown
Bent asunder, reason breaks
The angles chant in seething flakes
A choir of the abyss’s embrace
That whispers lies in twisted lace
Escher-dreams of cursed descent
The void's embrace is serpent-sent
A place where light is torn to shreds
And sanity in silence bled
With razored edges cut in dark
The shadow’s curse will leave its mark
A labyrinth of seething spite
In shades between the dying light
Geometries of void’s design
A fractal hymn of the malign
An altar made of twisted hue
Where gods of dark their will construe
Here lies the shadow's vile domain
Where sanity and dark remain
Bound in angles sharp and wrong
A hymn to those who don't belong
No compass holds, no light redeems
In shadowed realms of broken dreams
Where shapes between the shadows stray
And tear the night from light’s decay
Where angles writhe and forms commit
To twisting paths of maddened flight
In shades that crawl beyond the night
Abyssal lines that tear and fray
Unholy curves that twist the day
No mortal mind could bear the sight
Of darkness folded, turned to blight
The pillars bend with jagged spite
Where geometry corrupts the light
A latticework of eldritch might
That pierces through the heart of sight
No sacred plane remains intact
Just screaming shapes with chaos packed
They coil and churn, defy the law
A serpent’s dance in silent maw
The void-born angles, cursed and vile
That beckon with a crooked smile
A twisted grace that claws the sane
In corridors that loop in pain
A blackened hex of forms unnamed
A shadow kingdom left untamed
The shapes between, the madness sown
A temple to the dark unknown
Bent asunder, reason breaks
The angles chant in seething flakes
A choir of the abyss’s embrace
That whispers lies in twisted lace
Escher-dreams of cursed descent
The void's embrace is serpent-sent
A place where light is torn to shreds
And sanity in silence bled
With razored edges cut in dark
The shadow’s curse will leave its mark
A labyrinth of seething spite
In shades between the dying light
Geometries of void’s design
A fractal hymn of the malign
An altar made of twisted hue
Where gods of dark their will construe
Here lies the shadow's vile domain
Where sanity and dark remain
Bound in angles sharp and wrong
A hymn to those who don't belong
No compass holds, no light redeems
In shadowed realms of broken dreams
Where shapes between the shadows stray
And tear the night from light’s decay
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