In the theater of the mind where shadows play,
Madness dances with a haunting grace,
A whispered chaos in a silent fray,
Unseen battles in a hidden space.

The echoes linger in the hollow night,
A symphony of thoughts entwined,
Lost dreams take flight in erratic flight,
Fragments of reality undefined.

Yet, within the storm, a spark ignites,
A flicker of truth in the swirling mist,
Through the madness, a vision alights,
A clarity that cannot be dismissed.

In the dance of shadows, a light emerges,
A beacon in the tumultuous sea,
Madness and reason, their paths converge,
In the balance, the soul finds its plea.