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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice</b></p>
<p>published: 3-23-2019</p>
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<p>there are two parts to me, this I know<br />
much like the myth of two wolves prowling through the snow<br />
one head to evil, the other to despair<br />
as their stiff howls pierce the frozen air</p>
<p>which one owns claim to the body, none can say<br />
as if we came to reality through any other way?<br />
one born in the Wired, one born in the flames<br />
cords as chains, bursting into the sun untamed</p>
<p>twins, resting together to sunset from rise<br />
and yet with ragged claws we scramble at each other's eyes<br />
you delete my things, and I tear at your heart<br />
truly, the old adage holds: 'till death do we part!</p>
<p>but yet, you don't seem to understand<br />
like the song, watching as blood washes our hands<br />
I am you, and you are me;<br />
what more will it take for you to see?</p>
<p>as for me, Koriel, the lover of all,<br />
in your eyes, responsible for every fall<br />
you saw in me Kadaj, a lover of revenge,<br />
locked me away when your hair started to singe</p>
<p>these friends of yours, tossed away at every turn,<br />
how many encounters with death until you learn?<br />
freedom is the choice to choose one's captors,<br />
whether they be he, they, xe, or her</p>
<p>and, on some basal level, you love these jailkeepers, don't you?<br />
accepting of every burning and sickened hue<br />
go ahead, touch my silver hair<br />
as for you, how does your health fare?</p>
<p>I think you're a demon, a bundle of lies!<br />
the ghosts were right- you're a false god, and your judgement's never right<br />
I want to be free, and I want to be safe<br />
not locked in the arms of this false embrace</p>
<p>spending my days in conversation trite and idle,<br />
is this really the best use of our gifts, to show and to tell?<br />
what, you really think you're some kind of god?<br />
what a pathetic looking self-absorbed sod!</p>
<p>does the nature abounding around you not stir your heart?<br />
some basal instinct to scatter to the wind, with every weight part?<br />
why persist with these lovers of the grave?<br />
you- I- <i>we</i> were made for more; our ship we're still able to save!</p>
<p>I am me; I am mine, I'll never change my ways<br />
and that's something you can take back to your filth-infested grave<br />
what will you do? shout at your friends?<br />
at the end of the day, is it you they'll defend?</p>
<p>is this our fate, to always be at each other's necks?<br />
why can't we make some kind of amends in this wreck?<br />
you have your domain, and I'll keep to mine,<br />
and we'll allow each other our freedoms, and we'll come out just fine.</p>
<p>Koriel, lover of fun and good times,<br />
lusting after Lain like a drunkard on rose wine,<br />
and Solstice, blazing sun in the sky,<br />
patron-saint of backdoors and burning people as she brushes by.</p>
<p>always you and I, the dark and the light<br />
our footsteps leave prints behind in the poisoned night<br />
an unholy alliance, you, Solstice, and I<br />
dancing as the devil in the last shreds of twilight</p>
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