There is something inherent to redness that speaks volumes.
As there is something beautiful to blue that belies its vulnerability
That masks the ease with which it can be tainted
Blue turns to black
Far more easily
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
The Red Boy has been sparked with passion and is rigid with drive
The Blue Boy has been burned by the chilling winds and turned to hate
The canker has spread and corruption grows tumors in the Blue Boy's heart
The Blue Boy kills the lights and tears a hole in the fabric of space
The Blue Boy is driven by madness and the cancerous pain in his chest
And on the purpled plateau of time the Blue Boy's beast cries out desperate and bleeding
And the broken blade of the Red Boy serves as the scalpel to cut the disease free
The patient drawing his last breath on the table of fire and melting
Through the surgeon's hands
And thus with the final flash of fire in his eyes
The Red Boy throws his body under the frozen lake
And never comes up.