Angels and demons

In constant struggle, good and evil intertwine, dancing their shadows where no one traces them.

The light, soft to the touch, the shadow, piercing, voices that modulate a persistent song.

With sweetness, good extends its open hand, evil, with its somber essence, answers.

The two mingle, a sacred bond, coloring the predestined path.

There are no good or evil, only a nuance, a chipped mirror that hides a slip.

The embrace is eternal, without hatred or rest, a silent struggle that is within the game.