A CROWN OF STAINED DARKNESS

When the most dreaded memories collide, they become a mirror - reflecting only the darkest threads of karma. And when the clouds vanish, the stars dim, and even the universe fades, that reflection remains: sharp, merciless, eternal.
Silence becomes its lethal weapon. You never realize when that calm, gentle quiet begins to smother you - separating you from truth, dragging you deeper into shadow.
The one intoxicated with himself needs no wine. Ask him whether the mountains and seas still remain the same. Ask whether the world has changed - or if it is merely the heart that has twisted in its loneliness.
You are my desolation.
So, tell me, Gods, what truly happens in the human world which you beautify saying it is the most marvelous creation of yours?
People get wounded by ignorance, scarred by anger, torn apart by partings, seeing the most hopeful turning itself into the most dreaded, desire becomes despair, greed becomes grief. Daylight burns through the glow of the stars, and mortal desires to reach for the moon as if longing, could rewrite fate....