I. The deep night spies on the whispering candlelight That frail yet flowy dance Under the moonlight stands a pair of dueling shadows A sword, unsheathed A heart, instantly slashed into two halves One for you; the other for me Holding it in my hand I study it diligently Is it your greed or mine Is it your selfishness or my obsession Never can I See things through in this dark place The color tones of the light; those of the shadows Surrounding sceneries; ever-changing hum