'The wind so strong blew through the room, bringing the flying
sand and black waters along; candles remained lit, even as the
flames were thrown athwart. The renewed flames revealed the room.'
Magician: Who is there on this nuptial hour?
Thief: Who I am is not important, but what I do.
Magician: Begone, you one of lies - you'd be wholly in my power and like God, I'm not about to play the dice. The very time I saw you, you died; but that thou couldst not see.
Thief: Mea c**pa, my brother.. and to kill me? How to kill one who is already dead? And how about those nights when you didn't see me and I was here? Where were your powers then O mighty
Magician? You slept well, yet I was near; when something's missing and now you fear?
Magician: We're not brothers, not even close! You steal from others,I am my own clothes.
Thief: Who's being naïve? You become rich, I become rich - you become a poor and I will be poor. And only when I take your gold you realize its value, you wouldn't even know it is missing, until you saw me!
Magician: Enough with lies! Enough with them! When I am rich, you're poor and when you become rich I will be poor. And yes,
you did me a favor, now I know I must be more careful. No more
open windows, no more wormholes! For my light is the one of the Sun, not the shades of the Moon!
Thief: ...rich and poor, my point exactly, don't you see? We live in symbiosis! To kill me, you kill yourself! For I am a Thief but also much more - murderer, rapist, traitor and w****... What you will become if you kill me? To seize the sword you become the sword and then you are no more Magician than I am a living being. (If you kill me, you will become me!)
Magician: I know who I am and the night knows my name. And be a**ured, I'm not the one who seizes the sword but the familiars of GOD! The spirits of the True Will obey my name because I am the vessel of the true GOD and they're the ones to shed your blood! What is an insult for ME is a treason for GOD. And now, feel the wrath of GOD through these flames, you, the one of SATAN!
Thief: Nice and warm, but I'm still standing; you burnt everything dear but not the one who you fear. Maybe you don't know GOD? All depart from the word! He wants me, but not dead, you do - like I said, we are brothers now and forever!
Magician: But I have the power and I know HIM, you can feel it - you can see it; everything around you is burning - but why won't you die? Why won't you die?! My Lord, Thy Grace, hear my prayers! Open the doors to your Adytum!
Thief: Yes, yes and to say thrice, YES! You're at the doors, but they're locked! You know much, but not enough! You have the power, but you don't have the keys! The power uses you, you do not use the power and this is because the night knows your name. For me, I don't have a name and I answer to no one - I take what I need and do what I want, I am everything you want to be, I even have the keys while you try to hear through the doors what your Lord is speaking to those who are there.
Magician: Nonsense! How could you have the keys? For I am the Magician, and I only besides my Lord know the secrets of the Light.
Thief: For I am a Thief and I know the secrets of the Shadows. I stole them of course! What did you expect? Death is a powerful ally and you should know that! For I can't go through the gates, for I have sinned - but if you carry me, then I am not me and we will
both know who is the Lord.
Magician: Where are the keys? Give me the keys - Now I know why you're still standing between those flames, that wicked smile on your lips. God gave you to me! He gives to me everything I truly need for I am his WILL.
Thief: Now we are talking, now we do! The keys are within me, inside of me - To get them, you have to kill me and become me! Kill your Satan, smite me good for I am the Devil and the darkness understood.
Magician: You're a Demon, that's what you are! And God is testing me, I didn't see that far! To see how I handle this on my own, to test my faith and what I believe, I do this for HIM! I need no a**istance from the spirits of the God; I need a knife and you need it too; me to my hand, you to your throat!
sand and black waters along; candles remained lit, even as the
flames were thrown athwart. The renewed flames revealed the room.'
Magician: Who is there on this nuptial hour?
Thief: Who I am is not important, but what I do.
Magician: Begone, you one of lies - you'd be wholly in my power and like God, I'm not about to play the dice. The very time I saw you, you died; but that thou couldst not see.
Thief: Mea c**pa, my brother.. and to kill me? How to kill one who is already dead? And how about those nights when you didn't see me and I was here? Where were your powers then O mighty
Magician? You slept well, yet I was near; when something's missing and now you fear?
Magician: We're not brothers, not even close! You steal from others,I am my own clothes.
Thief: Who's being naïve? You become rich, I become rich - you become a poor and I will be poor. And only when I take your gold you realize its value, you wouldn't even know it is missing, until you saw me!
Magician: Enough with lies! Enough with them! When I am rich, you're poor and when you become rich I will be poor. And yes,
you did me a favor, now I know I must be more careful. No more
open windows, no more wormholes! For my light is the one of the Sun, not the shades of the Moon!
Thief: ...rich and poor, my point exactly, don't you see? We live in symbiosis! To kill me, you kill yourself! For I am a Thief but also much more - murderer, rapist, traitor and w****... What you will become if you kill me? To seize the sword you become the sword and then you are no more Magician than I am a living being. (If you kill me, you will become me!)
Magician: I know who I am and the night knows my name. And be a**ured, I'm not the one who seizes the sword but the familiars of GOD! The spirits of the True Will obey my name because I am the vessel of the true GOD and they're the ones to shed your blood! What is an insult for ME is a treason for GOD. And now, feel the wrath of GOD through these flames, you, the one of SATAN!
Thief: Nice and warm, but I'm still standing; you burnt everything dear but not the one who you fear. Maybe you don't know GOD? All depart from the word! He wants me, but not dead, you do - like I said, we are brothers now and forever!
Magician: But I have the power and I know HIM, you can feel it - you can see it; everything around you is burning - but why won't you die? Why won't you die?! My Lord, Thy Grace, hear my prayers! Open the doors to your Adytum!
Thief: Yes, yes and to say thrice, YES! You're at the doors, but they're locked! You know much, but not enough! You have the power, but you don't have the keys! The power uses you, you do not use the power and this is because the night knows your name. For me, I don't have a name and I answer to no one - I take what I need and do what I want, I am everything you want to be, I even have the keys while you try to hear through the doors what your Lord is speaking to those who are there.
Magician: Nonsense! How could you have the keys? For I am the Magician, and I only besides my Lord know the secrets of the Light.
Thief: For I am a Thief and I know the secrets of the Shadows. I stole them of course! What did you expect? Death is a powerful ally and you should know that! For I can't go through the gates, for I have sinned - but if you carry me, then I am not me and we will
both know who is the Lord.
Magician: Where are the keys? Give me the keys - Now I know why you're still standing between those flames, that wicked smile on your lips. God gave you to me! He gives to me everything I truly need for I am his WILL.
Thief: Now we are talking, now we do! The keys are within me, inside of me - To get them, you have to kill me and become me! Kill your Satan, smite me good for I am the Devil and the darkness understood.
Magician: You're a Demon, that's what you are! And God is testing me, I didn't see that far! To see how I handle this on my own, to test my faith and what I believe, I do this for HIM! I need no a**istance from the spirits of the God; I need a knife and you need it too; me to my hand, you to your throat!