Lost within an endless grove,
She saw a house in the husk of dawn.
Once a throne—now where spiders crawl,
Morbid crept in with a hush of scorn.

Gazed upon a golden door, no key or bell to ring,
She knocked and cried through the storms and rain.
On the porch, silence wept of lonely echoes,
With a breath of sorrow gazed in the shadows

Storms had passed, and the rain had stopped,
She stepped out, numb and exiled of hope.
But looked back for a glow—a flickering light,
That called her back, a comfort in the night.

Creaks and squeaks echoed from the door,
Whispering, the key is her—and nothing more.
The door gave in, like a wolf when it’s laid,
For she stood where others fled, knelt when others preyed.

She saw halls—painted anew, warm and bright,
Drifting tunes, smooth and slow, all through night.
Yet felt something wrong—a wretched scent,
An ancient breath with a rage that never bent.

She didn’t fathom why the house was cleaned,
That it was for her—so she would be pleased.
An ache to know what lay beneath bright halls,
She tore them down—the gold-draped walls.

She stripped the paint—the perfect lie,
Exposed the red he’d sealed inside.
And blood pooled thick beneath her feet,
Dressed in rage no smile could cheat.

Sorrow leaked from every stair,
A heart long rotted in despair.
Thoughts of fleeing crossed her mind,
Yet chained in guilt—for love she bore inside.

Unyielding, she picked every piece of decay,
Shaping them back together like clay.
She painted over the void and rue,
Till her hands bled—yet stuck like glue.

A menacing voice howled within the walls,
Shunning her from pain before she falls.
For all her love still couldn’t repair,
What lay in patches, too worn to bear.

- Niko Randeni

Two souls, wild and woven in heaven’s thread,
We danced beneath skies where angels tread—
Blue above, a night sky crowned with stars,
Our eyes carved eternity, breathless and bare

We walked the stairs of the sacred chime,
Unbroken by sorrow, untouched by time.
Never so joyful, nor aching with pain,
Just hearts in rhythm, like dusk and dawn.

But all that is beautiful ends — by fate or by hand,
And ours was shattered like glass in sand.
The day a vile vermin sought to leech on your grace
To leave a scar no time can erase.

I bore the guilt — a promise unkept,
Tracked the snake through blood and time.
All I could do was howl for vengeance,
For the pain it caused — you more than I.

Crushed its skull till his face split wide,
Broke its cage and severed its *****.
Till bone gave way and red filled the room,
My sorrow’s wrath struck him — for the world to gaze.

The day they cast me to Lucifer’s cage,
Branded a beast who cried with rage,
They tore me from you, forced a walk of shame,
We kissed in chains, with tears and flame.

Days passed, with you in mind—day and night..

Of all— cursed the day on the fourteenth of frost,
Where lovers kissed and we both lost,
I in a cage, with iron’s breath and shattered dreams,
You in sorrow, with teary eyes and silent screams.

I curse the demon and the womb that bred
Such filth upon the earth we tread.
And though I change, and grow, and pray,
My hate for him will never sway,
Even In dreams I skin him alive again

We were innocent, and innocence died—
Not by choice, but the war inside.
Your silence bore doubt, mine burned in rage,
Two souls cracked, two birds in a cage-
Just like our favorite song

I know we carried storms, you more than I,
While I drowned in fire, you reached for the sky.
Your strength was the calm within my raging hell,
For the peace I never brought — I bear that knell.

Yet even now, in shadowed part—
You remain the queen of my bleeding heart.
Though our bodies dwell worlds apart,
You are mine forever… soul to heart.

- Niko Randeni

Forget horns and fire.
The devil isn’t out there — he’s in here.
In me and in you.

Born in pride, lust, greed, envy, sloth, gluttony and wrath.

Not a demon. A pattern. A habit.
A choice — repeated.

Evil doesn’t kick down the door.
It whispers.
A silent wish. A petty lie.
A dark thought you never speak.

You think it’s harmless — but that’s how it begins.

One day, you cross the line.
Not to survive — but because you want to.
You take. You hurt. You cheat.

And something inside you splits.
Part of you hates it.
Another part… likes it.

The guilt fades.
The lies get smoother.
The wrong feels right.

And you call it “strategy.”
“Strength.”
“Success.”

But it’s just the devil… wearing your face.

Evil doesn’t always scream.
Sometimes it signs laws.
Wears a flag.
Smiles for the camera.

The real apocalypse isn’t fire from the sky…

It’s the day we stop feeling guilt.

The devil’s not coming.
He’s already here.
And we’ve stopped noticing.

- Niko Randeni

I loathe the snake that never slipped to the pit,
That danced to the charmer’s venomous spit.
Curled in warmth, where rot runs deep,
Drunk on lies, and proud in sleep.

I pity the wretch who dared descend,
But turned from the moon that does not mend.
So close to molt, to split the skin,
Yet chose the dark — and died within.

But I have fallen, and I have drowned,
Where bones speak truth beneath the ground.
The moonlit blade cut through my soul,
A gift of fire that burned me whole.

I shed my skin on stone that weeps,
Still wear the hiss that never sleeps.
I stalk a ghost with voiceless breath,
Drawn to the songless womb of death.

- Niko Randeni

I look in the mirror, and the face is a stranger,
Yet I know the forge—rage and sorrow,
Hammered by survival, shaped by its cost.
But who dwells beneath the scars?

Most go to the grave never knowing their true form—
Content in the comfort of illusion.
But we who seek truth are burned alive,
Our hearts a furnace, our minds a war.

A curse disguised as a blessing.

- Niko Randeni

Behind cold bars, where no light grows,
I dined with demons, slept among ghouls—
Yet none made me feel as lost as I did within.
An outcast in hell, still more at peace than abode,
Where truth came cruel, but finally honest.

- Niko Randeni

Alone I drifted past the reach of men,
A soul unbound from where or when.
No path, no name, no guiding flame—
Yet in the fire’s wake, my thoughts stood still,
And quiet became the crown of pain.

- Niko Randeni