A soul pure as snow meets a soul whose hue is darker than a moonless night
The dark one disguises himself and politely speaks with the light
The light, lost in sweet speech cannot see the façade at hand
The dark draws a poison and hides it with ease. Cold scales tingle against darks skin
The light talks cheerily, letting a scream escape when silted eyes meet with eyes of light
Dark smiles wickedly and bids light farewell
Light cries, eyes clouding in confusion as poison is delivered. Pain shakes light and light falls
Dark laughter fills still air as a crimson pool surrounds a darkening light
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