She was an angel, standing with the sun to her back.

He was a demon, standing in the shadows.

Her hair like the soft candle light,

His was a shroud of darkness.

Her power was a gift of a god,

His was the devil's curse.

She was light

He was darkness.

Yang

Yin

Two forces forever circling

Never apart

But never together

Never letting go

But never holding on

Life

Death

One becomes the next

Forever in a repeating fashion

Never meeting

But forever intertwined

But

A heart survives life and death alike

And love spans across time and space