The boy took a stroll the shores of the well-constructed brook,
carefully climbed a waterfall, built of smiprecious
rock...-
and gazed at the crystal that he had picked up from the ground.
Washing the boy's bare feet, the cold clear water lapped
around,
murmured silently, as it flew underneath the boy's white gown...-
so that he, somewhat leaking, became the semblance of a
well.
As he laid the crystal down again, the pale boy realised
that his three-coloured, fair-haired rabbit of luck...-
and
the startled, pale, rattled boy.
"Behold, my blood is like MILK, or MERCURY", the pale boy cried.
"No, it's not red...more like
dancing serpents,
of wich one is BLACK, the other one WHITE.
Two separate, coiling streams that never mix, never unite,
but as
one they're flowing, flowing...ever flowing side by side!"
