Waltz of Balance
Darkness drew back his bowstring,
With his swift fingers and violin,
He played until the Sunlight
Made her presence known to him,
Even then he played.
He played and played
Until his fingers fell apart
In ribbons,
And his heart became
A mess of undecipherable mass.
No shadows were left to play.
Sunlight moved toward her harp,
And caved to the song.
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