There were two beings.
One of white,
One of black.
There was only the two.

The white was young,
Short white hair,
Snow white clothes,
Kind blue eyes.

Darkened skin,
An hour glass shape,
And wings.
Giant white wings.

The black was young,
Long black hair,
Jet black clothes,
Harsh blue eyes.

Pale skin,
An hour glass shape,
And wings.
Giant black wings.

The white was harsh,
Despite the kind in its eyes,
Despite its cheerful appearance,
It was cruel.

The black was kind hearted,
Despite the cruelty in its eyes,
Despite its scary appearance.
It was kind.

Two so similar,
Those two beings,
But yet so different.
They were the only two.

The black was cold,
Was always so cold.
The white was warm,
Was always so warm.

The white wore light layers,
Its world so warm.
The black wore heavy layers,
Its world so cold.

There were two trees.
Two old giant dying trees.
The white and black,
Loved those trees.

There was a black tree,
Black branches,
Black bark.
A big black tree.

There was a white tree,
White branches,
White bark.
A big white tree.

The white tree was warm,
So the black loved it.
Such a warm tree,
In such a cold world.

The black tree was cold,
So the white loved it.
Such a cold tree,
In such a warm world.

The black sat,
And leaned against the white tree.
The white sat,
And leaned against the black tree.

The white's world,
Was warm and only black.
The black's world,
Was cold and only white.

The black tree,
Grew in the white world.
The white tree,
Grew in the black world.

The worlds were mirrors,
The trees were mirrors,
The beings were mirrors,
Mirrors of each other.

Mirror worlds staring at each other,
Unable to cross the line.
Perfect mirrors in every way,
Opposites reflecting.

Even the beings,
Perfect mirrors,
Of each other,
Of the opposite world.

The black hated the cold,
But still saw hope.
It looked to the white sky,
Never loosing hope.

The white hated the warmth,
But saw no hope.
It looked to the black ground,
Cursing the world.

Perfect reflections.
Complete opposites.
All alone.
Their worlds can only move forward.

The black and the white,
The white tree and the black tree,
The black world and the white world.
They create a perfect balance.

If one world was to end,
The other would fall with it.
If one world was to grow,
The other would grow with it.

The black and the white,
The white tree and the black tree,
The black world and the white world.
They create a perfect balance.

The white hates the black.
The black hates the white.
They are perfect mirrors,
But they hate each other.
They are in perfect balance.

Equals trapped with only each other.
They can't talk or touch.
They can only watch and wait,
Wait for time to move on.

They were born of nothing,
They just started to exist.
They know nothing more,
Than the worlds of black and white.

The white and black,
They were born along with their worlds.
The trees came much later,
And now they are dying.

So they wait,
The black and white,
They wait for the trees to die,
And for something new to grow in its place.

If one world was to end,
The other would fall with it.
If one world was to grow,
The other would grow with it.

The black and the white,
The white tree and the black tree,
The black world and the white world.
They create a perfect balance.

The white holds no hope,
The black has all of the hope.
They hate each other.
They can only wait for time to move on.

They will go on forever,
Never changing.
They are the perfect balance,
They are perfect mirrors.