The Mirror

The man in black stood before the glass,

Waiting for the moment to pass,

As he saw a gliding white mess,

Making his weak heart race.

She was his nemesis, his whiter side,

But she was the one who made him lose his pride,

The glass between them showed them each other's sights,

It was a mirror, showing them their deepest insights.

Black loved White, he loved her sight,

Even though they were contradictions of one another,

What he didn't know was that,

She took no bother.

He didn't realize that he,

Was looking at himself and falling,

For the image that loomed before him,

So far away was the calling.

White thought she saw her darker self,

A  gloomy shadow of her beautiful face,

She was fond of the dark idea,

She wanted to be the darkness to cover every bright haze.

Little did she know that she,

Was loving the idea she shouldn't be,

She was blinded by the mirror before her,

She wasn't sure what she could see.

He uttered the first words,

Told her she was beautiful,She wondered why her dark self,

Was mocking her and making her a fool.

"I want to be you!" She chanted heavily.

"I want to be with you." came the dark response.

"We shall do godly work...together" He proposed,

The Whiteness smiled," Do I get to wear horns?"

They smiled at each other for some time,

Until their heavenly stomachs felt some pain,

This was when they realised,

That their conversation was in vain.

They could never be together,

For each other they would refute,

Silence can never become one with noise,

Silence is always mute.

They looked at each other and saw,

Each other fading into air,

"Both of us don't exist, you know." She said,

Her words she used with a flair.

"We're just ideas, created by reality.

Because people couldn't handle the truth.

They created somethings superior to them - us.

This, in better words I cannot put."

She vanished into thin air, 

Before he could even try to say,

That he loved her...then he thought,"Maybe another day."