Soundless Poem by Crimson Soul

A Conundrum Of Lies,
A Reverie Of Discord;
An Incandescent,
Luminous Encore;

A Symphony Of Silence,
A Moment Of Peace;
Then The Intangible,
Becomes Obsolete;

As The Silence,
Becomes So Loud;
One Cannot,
Hear A Sound;

The Crimson Bells Are Ringing,
The Song Has Been Sung;
The Silence Must Come Calling,
For All That It Has Won;

The Death Of Reason,
The Logic Known Now;
Cannot Possibly,
Make A Sound;

For All Is Soundless,
All Is Well;
Until Discord,
Comes Back To My Hell...