Many a year ere the coming of light,
Darkness prevailed over all of the land.
Everything everywhere cloaked by the night
'Til morning sprang forth from Creator's hand.
Evil and good in the same way were fashioned;
Neither the other could conquer nor fell.
Each was the focus of battles impassioned;
Men seeking heaven left after them hell.
Ever and always the wars fiercely raged;
Men gave their lives and thought themselves just.
All 'cross the land man in warfare engaged
'Til all his great cities had crumbled to dust.
Such is the truth to the hearts of wise men:
Evil is that which is not meant to be.
Those who err blindly shall err once again;
Those who see clearly shall set themselves free.
Good is the mirror of all that is fell,
Perfectly different, though both are the same.
Through the glass of the mirror one gazes at hell,
While behind it lies heaven, different only in name.
Between each of these is the fate of man caught;
Neither of these can a man fully wield.
The struggle between