An Equinox

The Day has come
-The Marriage of Heaven and Hell-
I hardly Night from Day can tell
troublesome.

In greyness mingle black and white...
To all the the old Gods (or One that rules them all)
I pray with all my might:
"Please, change the fashion of this fall"

So that Juliet will know
in the abyss under her balcony
in spite of all the snow
Joy and Sorrow
just tomorrow
will be joined in harmony
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