In the heart of the storm, where shadows dance,
Chaos sings its haunting tune.
Winds of change, a wild romance,
Under a blood-red moon.

Fragments of order, shattered and strewn,
In the tempest’s fierce embrace.
Time itself, a bent and broken rune,
Lost in the chaotic chase.

Voices clash in a cacophony,
A symphony of disarray.
Echoes of what was, and what could be,
In the twilight of the fray.

Yet in the chaos, a whisper of peace,
A promise of dawn’s first light.
Amidst the turmoil, a silent release,
From the endless night.