Fire and Ice-
Gold and Silver
Will never melt together
Like chalk for a marble pillar.
Blood and water-
Sweet and sour
Will never hybridize
A weed to a flower.
Death and Life-
Darkness and Light
Will never bargain with
A God-slayer's last rite.
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
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