Lately, I’ve felt like time is running out—
And sometimes, like it already has for me.
I stare into nothingness and think
Of things I’ve done, or should have done…

But nothing ever comes to mind
That I have done for me—my soul,
The person inside.
Everything was, and still is, for everyone else.
And I wonder if I’ll ever get to live for me.

Time is running out—I feel it
Like an itch in the back of my head.
My thoughts are frayed, my health is fading.
At times, I can’t even breathe—
Literally.

But there’s nothing I want to do about it.
I welcome the angels of death to take me home—
Wherever that may be.
For maybe, just maybe,
I’ll have a purpose in the afterlife.

-  Niko Randeni

To the full moon of August,
I write though you may never hear—
Since we last danced beneath your glow,
I’ve waited in the silent dark,
And through it all, I have missed you.

Once I danced beneath your silver,
And smiled as a fool smiles at heaven.
Never had I seen such purity—
A glow untouched by war or world,
A stillness only gods could shape.

Now the years walk heavy on my chest.
I sleep in darkened skies.
Yet in dreams, I find you—
But never alone,
And never mine.

I saw you beaming upon another,
A man of gentle breath and downcast eyes.
I burned with fire and did not strike,
For you had chosen peace over flame.
And peace… I could not give.

Strange is the heart of the wounded beast:
It howls for joy and sorrow both.
I wish you laughter, even far from me,
Though the wish guts me like a blade.

Let no one say I wanted chains—
I only wanted you to know.
Not to return,
But to understand
What thunder lived beneath my silence.

I was a storm with no song,
A fire too close to the skin.
Perhaps you fled for air,
And I do not blame the wind
For fleeing the flame.

Never again did peace return
In the way it lived beneath your light.
Kings may dream of crowns and thrones,
I dreamed only of your quiet glow.
No fire nor song could match your stillness—
I have missed you beyond words.

Oh, full moon of August—
The lone witness of my joy—
If ever your light falls near me again,
Let it know this:
You were the finest light my soul ever knew.

- Niko Randeni

1 “The Noble Princess”

We were children with crowns of spring,
Your tears taught me what love must bring.
Though I broke your heart too soon,
You found peace beneath another sea.

Your grace unfolded free from my hands.

2 “The White Swan”

You were the dream I dared not name,
Too bright, too pure to share my flame.
I loved you deep, but let you go—
To shield you from my lion’s woe.

A silent rose I could not claim.

3 “Full Moon of August”

You were my flame, my vow, my peace,
We loved like stars that burn too bright.
Though time has torn what we began,
No woman knew me like you did.

My lasting love, the ache that never sleeps

4 “Amber Eyes”

Two broken hearts in borrowed time,
We touched with hands too frail to hold.
You were my echo in the storm,
A fleeting fire, soft and warm.

We left no scars —just withered glow

5 “The Moonless Blossom”

You gave me all, yet bore a ghost,
I held you close but loved her most.
Even in your arms, I saw her face-
You stayed through silence, raw and true,

A queen who knew I’d never choose.

- Niko Randeni

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