In the hush of the midnight chime, Echoes a laugh, neither sweet nor sublime. Twisted and turning, it dances in the air, A sound so haunting, it's beyond compare.

From a mind unhinged, it takes its birth, A deranged melody, devoid of mirth. It speaks of tales, both dark and deep, Of secrets that the shadows keep.

The moon hides behind a silvery cloud, As the laugh grows louder, fierce and proud. It's a symphony of madness, a song of despair, A testament to a soul beyond repair.

Yet in its madness, there's a beauty so rare, A raw emotion, a soul laid bare. For even in derangement, there's a story to tell, Of a mind that laughed, as into abyss it fell.