goblins and goons,
we are gathered here today
to celebrate the union
of trepidation to elation,
and of fear to Fate.
It is a happy occasion,
though the portrait will be painted
in strokes of sorrow,
and the decorations will brood in the daylight,
but come alive at night.
If this all sounds familiar to you,
my son of polar symmetry,
my daughter of chaotic design,
I wouldn't be surprised.
You are looking into a painting
both recent and millennia-aged,
a self-portrait,
a family portrait,
a universe portrait.
It is all as it had been, was, has been,
is,
will be and will have been.
It will always be a union,
and a not-so-amicable parting of the ways.
What else is new?