I walked a path where silence sung,
Each step a note the keys had wrung.
Like a pianist bound to ghostly strains,
Composing truth through phantom pains.

The music rose, but none could hear—
They danced to shadows, far from near.
Their hearts drew meaning not my own,
And left the soul beneath unknown.

I once met a pianist, weathered and still,
His fingers bled truth on ivory bones.

I asked, “Why play alone for all these years?”
He sighed, “There was a time I did not.”

- Niko Randeni

I fell through fire that had no floor,
Each gate below revealed one more.
But fear has vanished in the flame—
For I have plunged so far below,
The end now feels like coming home.

- Niko Randeni

Throughout this life, a thread has bound me—
To souls I’ve touched, and those who touched me.
Family, lovers, friends once near,
Now ghosts I cradle year by year
Their absence carves what presence shaped.

While others shed their past with ease,
I bleed for those I cannot release.
For every bond—be it bliss or scar—
Holds a tale, a flame, a distant star
That begs to burn, not fade away.

What gift is greater than a soul aligned?
What lingers longer than a tethered mind?
We leave with nothing, but the names
That echo through the heart like flames—
Memory and legacy, our only claim.

- Niko Randeni

Had footsteps followed the path of sleeping men,
Bound to comfort, blind to soul, content within the kennel,
Life might have passed in soft, untroubled grace—
No mirror held to the psyche,
No voice to question where or when.

But unknown are carved by fire, not fate,
Cast to leave a mark—through affinity or animosity.
The journey twists through pain and ash,
Where silence breaks, and masks are torn—
And none retain the soul they bore

For even the strong may come to loathe
The face that rises when the fire goes cold.

- Niko Randeni

Two summers have passed, but no light ever came,
Only a ghost, and whispers without name.
It speaks through the void, with regret in its breath,
But bears no form—just the scent of death.

Each time it nears, it retreats once again,
Dissolving to nothing, like tears in the rain.
It erases the truth, then returns in the night,
To haunt every dream and swallow the light.

- 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

Wasn’t cast with fire in my breath,
But forged to survive free of bowing to the leash.
For Liberty lives, where mercy dies-
And every step is paid in flesh

Seeking to break the chains of lesser men,
And shape my soul in shadow’s flame,
If I found peace in violent ends,
Then let the saints and ghosts contend-
For resolution bleeds in freedom’s name

- 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

My mind’s a storm behind calm eyes,
A Silent sea where tempests rise-
It dreams in fire, it thinks in frost,
It counts each gain, recalls each loss.

It builds a wall from broken stone,
Yet walk through crowds and feel alone.
A cage, a key, a whispered spell-
My mind is heaven, and sometimes hell

- Niko Randeni

A crown sits crooked on my dome,
A throne forged not of gold, but grief and wrath.
My court is ruled by foreign ghosts,
And love once mine now haunts these halls.

Yet still I wear the crown of ruin—
For all I touch turns not to gold, but ash.

- Niko Randeni

I wander through a graveyard of tombs I once knew,
Where headstones bear names the wind once blew-
Loves lost, dreams that died,
Whispers buried, too deep to recall.

Beneath my feet, the path is lost to time,
Yet they step to some ancient rhyme
I walk not towards fate, but to echo what once was

- Niko Randeni

Forged in a pit of fire I never fled,
Where serpents hiss and savages roar.
Though I reaped them all with bloodied hands,
Bit in the hunt— my soul turned to war

The venom corrupted my helm—
But dared to touch my realm.
The flames still chain me, burning me slow,
Yet I hold the scorch- waiting for the skies to cry

- Niko Randeni

A vision emerged, unbidden, from the throne of God—
Unveiling why the stars fell the way they did.
A blessing it was, in the hour my compass broke,
When truth returned like thunder to the bones.

Unspoken thoughts stirred beneath my soul,
Buried truths I had long known but dared not name—
And bearing them now feels like exile from myself.

Something ancient whispered: “Send it forth.”
Not to man, but to the sky and spirit beyond.
And though I know not why, I obeyed.

Now, I stand at the mouth of two shadows—
One is freedom, the other, death.
And strangely, I do not fear either

- Niko Randeni

Fester and rot bleed where power lies,
Preying with greed, like starved-born mice.
Forging illusions of comfort for pawns,
Battling on a board played by men with horns.

Unfolding wars in the names of gods,
Vowing it’s for the sake of tamed dogs,
While the young and foolish **** each other,
To the hoarding barks of the old and the bitter.

The demise of the wicked will reach the road,
The day the pawn gets to the end of the board,
And realizes liberation stands where mercy dies—
For the silent queen, the castles, and the knights.

And that is what makes pawns into Kings,
But everything comes back full circle, like rings.
Once a pawn, always a pawn in greed’s quest,
For power attracts the worst, corrupts the best.

- Niko Randeni

He scribbles his soul — though it won’t reach,
But hope clings on, like an endless leech.
Words take form — and the echoes flood,
With void and sorrow in his blood.

He’s no pious fool nor mortal saint;
Knows no pen can erase, and no ink could paint
The echoes back then, nor the ones he’ll miss —
Yet they must be paged, before the reaper’s kiss

- Niko Randeni

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