Love Song of Night and Day

The Love Song of Night and Day is a poem from Jamuraa, Dominaria. It tells the story of the love between night and day, and their separation. It was written by Jenny Scott, a long-time editor at Wizards of the Coast and frequent contributor to The Duelist magazine, who wrote it as part of the worldbuilding for Jamuraa. It was told through flavor text of seventeen cards released in Mirage and Visions. Much later, the Song was referenced again in <c>King of the Pride</c> from Modern Horizons and <c>Love Song of Night and Day</c> in Dominaria United.
===Text===
He (Night) / She (Day)
HE:
Wrap yourself in your best bright clothes, your red and purple scarves of silk.
Run with me to the festival, where we will dance until sunrise.
The dwarves will beat their funny drums of zebra skins and hollowed trees,
while stiltwalkers perform, and the musician blows his bamboo flute.
SHE:
And late in the night, the poets and storytellers entertain,
delight us with their dancing words, as we listen, clapping by the fire.
HE:
 how the giant mantis fooled Death
by holding still as a felled tree; 
how 
SHE:
 We'll dine on crocodiles, wild birds, and turtles,
perhaps a hippopotamus if only you can catch it first.
HE:
I'll build a palace made of stone. Two hippo-headed guards will serve,
and tigers carry in your meals. 
Butterflies and salamanders will decorate your garden.
SHE:
I'll strand long strings of beads for you, blue, the color only kings may wear.
I'll carve a soapstone lioness, a wooden box to lock it in,
girded with sapphire amulets, ostrich feathers, ivory.
HE:
Your voice resounds like a songbird's, every word is a sweet, soft song.
Mysterious chameleon, you're a thousand women at once,
sharp and strong as a lioness, yet gentle as a striped gazelle.
SHE:
On this our last day together, let us walk across the grasslands.
Hold my hand and let's walk slowly, seeing everything as children.
Let's walk on the Daraja Plains, where leopards hang from trees, dozing,
tasseled tails swaying in the shade, near villages of tree-dwelling elves.
HE:
A lion walks commandingly, a general among his troops,
camped the night before a battle. A snake, colorful and coiled, loops
around his bough, mischievous, hanging over the village path.
SHE:
We'll find termites in their nests, hard tall towers above the plains,
and point-eared cats, taking their turns, guarding their many entrances.
We'll find the basket-nests of birds hanging from the acacia tree.
Rhinoceroses and dragons for once will let us walk in peace.
HE:
When lightning tears the sky's dark cloak and heaven's bird beats the water
on the muddy plains with its big wings, termites and frogs escape their homes
toward the lamps in the nearest village. Spiders dry themselves indoors,
the spotted lizards that never fall from ceilings suddenly appear.
SHE:
Love, like lightning hits suddenly. It sparks the heart with blows of light,
its fire extending, bends, expands, beats and breaks your hiding places.
Remember when we were children, herding the sheep together,
leading them over the grassy hills with long sticks. Your silly songs
made me laugh, and in the evening, you'd enchant me with your stories,
lying on your back beside me. Even then my heart was yours.
HE:
I remember your sacred rites. You were so funny, so grown up,
so stiff and serious, all arms and elbows. You went in a girl,
but You marched back with the others 
SHE:
Tomorrow I must go, my love. I will tattoo my head with braids.
 
HE:
I am the sun, you are the moon. Wherever you lead I will go,
following across the wide sky, as long as I live and you love.
 I'll carry you, too, my beloved.
SHE:
My love, we are not Sun and Moon. Instead we are like day and night.
The old ones say Day is a woman, who works only while it is light.
She herds her goats and catches fish, fills her fields with golden corn,
shows her children what is just and protects them from the cobra.
Day loves Night, who works in darkness, walking through heaven's milky sky
collecting stars with his quick arms, piling them into a basket
like a child collecting lizards and piling them into her pot
until the pot overflows with lizards, 'til the basket overflows with light.
Night wears a black cloak lined with fire, studded inside with gleaming stars.
At dawn and dusk he spies his love. Across the rolling hills of sky,
they glimpse each other so briefly. They throw each other kisses, cry.
Night spread over Jamuraa, wrapped Day in his dark cloak and held her.
In their miraculous embrace, the two became as One. Until
pulled from Day's arms, Night sank, commanded by the western horizon that always beckons him to come.
HE:
I won't give up hope, my love.
SHE:
But soon it will evaporate with the dry heat. 
==In-game references==
==References==
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