The two eyes of life, day and night, light and dark.
Individual symmetry.
Ethereal talent, awed silence.
Ink, flowing like blood,
inspiring mind-numbing brilliance.
Erratic shades of gray, molded into masterpieces
of shadow.
Different tools to work the craft,
but love of the art;
the same.
Sensitivity to the plight of life,
forgotten Old Souls born anew.
Blessed by the Muses, skilled in remembrance.
Removed in the clouds, lounging atop
Olympus's summit.
White light surrounding,
two born as one.
Slán go fóill
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