Merge

The blinding light of wisdom,
And the drowning night of age,
Flicker, side by side, suspended high,
Ascending, tall, the stage.

A foreboding whip of lightning,
Crackles from the swirling mist,
Touching fingertips together,
And diffusing as they kiss.

Every spark amounts to fire,
And the fire, to a blaze,
And the blaze, a pandemonium,
To dance the shifting ways.

Now they're wild and their passion,
Is as strong as any lie,
And they fuse within each other,
As they call their final cry.