In the hollows of the night, a laugh did chime, Echoing through alleys, transcending time. Not of joy, nor of glee, but of a mind unkind, A deranged melody, leaving sanity behind.
Whispers of shadows, tales of old, Speak of that laughter, chillingly cold. A mind once clear, now twisted and bent, Lost in its own mirth, its own lament.
For in the depths of madness, a truth does lie, That a laugh can haunt, make the bravest cry. Beware the sound, of a mind unwound, For in its echo, true terror is found.
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In the hollows of the night, a laugh did chime, Echoing through alleys, transcending time. Not of joy, nor of glee, but of a mind unkind, A deranged melody, leaving sanity behind.
Whispers of shadows, tales of old, Speak of that laughter, chillingly cold. A mind once clear, now twisted and bent, Lost in its own mirth, its own lament.
For in the depths of madness, a truth does lie, That a laugh can haunt, make the bravest cry. Beware the sound, of a mind unwound, For in its echo, true terror is found.
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