Isn't the spectacle so beautiful, When two worlds unite, Like an orchestra of fire and ice. Opposites living in harmony, Unaware of oblivion, Caused by the slightest tilt of scales. Their dance, a serene symphony, Of life divine and destructive, Like nature which gives and usurps. In perfect unison they coexist, Bound by no spell or snare. When either begins to resist, Graves will be dug, with nothing to spare.