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I am silver like my blade
My tongue is even more so in my scheming
I give away no full truths, no full lies
Trickster they call me, relying on illusions
Where they are striding, I am dancing
In the shadows I fade
Who am I but a god of trickery?
Golden is he my other half, like the sun
He is a beacon of purity, a true warrior
In his light I become his shadow
He conquers lands high and low
His only flaw being his impulsive anger
No other man is so driven
A god of bright lightning is he
There is no I without his companionship
Without him I have no light to be born from
He has no other but me to aid his quest for kingship
Only I know how to bring him calm
We are inseparable, so is our destiny