What twisted fantasy might this be?
Might you be too blind to see?
I simply ought to throw you up a tree!
How dare you insult my precious ebony!
An idiot, is what I don thee!

One cannot see,
Without the pale hues of ebony.
One cannot truly be,
Without my dear black, can ye?
No Yin without Yang, my fellow, see!
Without this one cannot be.

– Maya Desdemona