An unplanned encounter of Light with the Dark
[before swart Plutonian night swooped to swallow]
was known in times past to produce a wee spark
on the supernal chariot wheels of Apollo.
But, of course, Light ‘n Dark could never get far
[water douses all heat; heat will make water boil]
It’s a question, quite simply, of who they both are
[their pleasures are brief and are destined to spoil]
It’s plainer than pansies – it just wouldn’t do –
should either attempt some supreme sacrifice
The sky would go ashen or other dull hue –
All would be fire – or all would be ice
Still, once in a blue moon they waltz in the wings
and get up to all sorts of…hmm…sweet naughty things.