Red and Black
I see the colours, black and red,
They speak to me, this is what they said:
I am fire, burning so bright.
I am wisdom, like the night.
I am birth, and I am death.
But neither one of us does contest.
For we are one, like sky and sun,
And we are separate, we’re undone.
The Phoenix rising like the moon,
Immortal being, it is immune.
Darkness encroaches all around,
But light shall always be found.
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