Dance like quicksilver,
Fiercely alight,
Emerald and violet,
'Neath the star-bright.
Sibling rivalry,
But relations are none,
Stars shine in daylight,
The sky has black sun.
Anger and fury,
Distrust and hate,
Despair and deliverance,
There is no escape.
But a faint ray of hope,
Shine through the fight,
If only he triumphs,
Then all will be right.
                     -- Breee

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