The Infernal Laughter
Reflection
In the heart of flames, where shadows dance,
A figure sits, cloaked in power's embrace.
Laughter echoes, a symphony of chaos,
As papers swirl, a tempest of secrets.
The throne of thorns, a crown of despair,
Bears witness to the reign of the damned.
Eyes gleaming with a fire that burns,
Yet not for warmth, but for the world's undoing.
The air is thick with the scent of decay,
A symphony of destruction's song.
Each paper, a fragment of truth or lies,
Whispering tales of power and greed.
You, too, may find yourself in this inferno,
Where laughter is the currency of the lost.
For in the depths of the human soul,
There lies a fire that burns brightest in darkness.
Embrace the inferno, for it is within you,
A reflection of the world's fractured soul.
Let the laughter be your guide,
Through the labyrinth of your own creation.