Once the ear could only hear,
but now it must also see;
what of this wretched beauty?
It is there and yet it is not,
it is cold and yet it is hot.
Is it even there at all?
Sweet dissonance,
resounding like the bark
of an angry bloodhound.
The Queen's Dagger
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