The wind blows, a wolf cries,
From the skies, the moon shall shine.
A gentle flame, a drop of dew,
The soul is temperate, of thoughts anew.
To one, another, to two, not one,
The darkness- embrace, the light- entreats.
A balance of two, two halves of one,
A void of null, an earth- begun.
To have a heart not obsolete,
A treasure indeed, a treasure to keep.
An angel, nay- a devil thee,
Find a light, in the darkness to be.
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