In this vast domain, where shadows twist and wane,
True tragedy lurks, a relentless refrain
Not in the fall of the good or the sane,
But in the souls twisted, burdened by disdain
For that's not the tragedy; the real one is this pain-
You've entered a ruthless realm, where hope is slain
Bound by heavy chains, in sorrow's cruel embrace,
It matters not if you're wise, good, mad, or misplaced
The good find cunning paths, weaving through the night,
Enduring with masks, their spirits burning bright
While the so-called bad roam, abandoned and torn,
Lost in darkened alleys, where their anguish is born
In the silence that follows, despair starts to creep,
Echoes of anguish, in the shadows they seep
Hearts beat like thunder, heavy with dread,
The true tragedy lingers in the silence of the dead
Making it harder on themselves, come what may,
To confront their own muck before it hardens to clay
In this dance of shadows, where the lost souls wail,
The true tragedy unfolds in their haunting tale
The good bear their burdens, with cunning and grace,
Navigating through darkness, finding their place
While the bad, left forsaken, drown in their own plight,
Each moment a struggle, each breath a cruel fight
In the depths of their sorrow, the shadows entwine,
The true tragedy echoes in a silence divine
For the good may endure, finding ways to atone,
While the bad stand alone, in this heart-wrenching tone