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I am Red:
Red like the passion that beats in the hearts of man; blood-soaked and sodden, the organ keeps time; life's, love's metronome.
Anger like fire's flame, staining the skin with a blush, a burn, a stinging slap.
Heavy like lush velvet curtains and thick scarlet lip tint, seeping slowly like lava from my pores.

He was Black:
Black like the night before the storm and the grave before being graced by a lone candle's flickering flame.
Ravens, like the wing-ed seraphs of the devil, fly, ushering in darkness like tar, tarnishing love with inky streaks.
Fluttering like the mourning veil, the funeral shroud, the absence of light behind closed eyelids.

Conjoined, connected, twining together like fighting dragons;
Scales shimmering with pomegranate and midnight.
Volatile, dangerous, mingling together as the sky from pyre to ashes;
It fades to...