Madness
We traveled up the dark river Styx
Past vine choked jungle shrouded in mists.
The candle flames wouldn’t burn their wicks.
All ‘round we heard when the serpents hissed.
Ahead the bleak city of the dead
Where the monkey gods howled their dark tunes
And on its cracked walls could still be read
The markings of their magical runes.
Oblivion had taken the place
And carried them wailing to the void.
Chaos was something they couldn’t face,
Though ’twas the very thing they employed.
Their glory had been all too fleeting.
Madness and decay had seized the day.
They forgot Who that they were cheating
And in the end they were forced to pay.
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