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
