The clash
Eyes of azure and scarlet
In a sublime tragicomedy
Battle of eldest and cadet
Prophecy of utmost misery
This fearsome clash
Of our views and biddings
Consumed to ash
Drowned in blood's tiddings
The ocean of silence
Echoing novels of common wisdom
This finality from the bottom
Of our heart's dance
It is a valse of infatuation
It is a melody of temptation
Dance to the strings of our solemn fate
This violin crying that it is too late
Clashing violently in the storm
I still remember your subtle form
Entranced by your peppermint perfume
Both actors in a made-up costume
What brought this last task?
This finality in the field of past days
Coloring entire landscapes in fray
With the red of this flask
Dripping with agony and fear
This sweet beverage which produce
The portrait of life with smears
And our nightmares induce
It stood to reason
That only one could stand
This was the treason
With which it all came bland
The lie of Love
As high as a dove
That betrayal of Heavens
On humble human heathens
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