Dice For Breakfast

Dice.
The order in chaos.
The epitome of randomness.
The manifest of probability.
My breakfast.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

The Evil Twin

I am the evil twin,
A mask I make of his skin,
His flesh I reside within,
His thoughts I cast to the wind.

I am the evil one,
I the Moon while he the Sun,
Many misdeeds I have done,
All in the name of fun.

I am his evil side,
His every action I subtly guide,
Like the Moon controlling the Earth's tide,
While away from the Sun I shall hide.

I am him,
The shadow of a light beam,
The silt at a lake's rim,
The colours of a diamond's gleam.

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