Madness burns like a fire bright
Bringing to all who see him fright
Fright for his soul, for his life
For the madness takes it’s toll through strife
He walks along through hallowed halls
As in his mind the darkness calls
Beckons him away from light
To keep his sanity he must fight
But if his sanity should win
The maddening cycle shall start again….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem