The Angel and the Demon

He sat on the bench Watching the snow fall. His snow white hair blending Together with the snowflakes. Wings stretched from his back. They were the shape of a bird’s and had white feathers. He closed his eyes, letting the snow fall on his face. Enchanting, though no one could see. Not the old lady who walked her small dog Or the children who played in the snow drift. But one boy did notice him. This boy locked onto him with ruby red eyes. His hair was black as night and bat wings stretched from his back. He walked over to the other boy and sat next to him on the bench. Peace. Darkness. They represent each other as their hands find each other. Their fingers entwine, linking them. Both close their eyes. Their wings seem to cover each other. The boy with white hair reached up and stroke the other’s wing. Blue eyes shining, despite the sadness. He wanted this moment to last for eternity. Longing. Aching. But it would do no good. They both knew at the end of the day They would have to leave each other. One would return to darkness While the other returned to light. Light And Dark. Counterparts forever. “I will miss you when I leave”, the white haired boy said. Tears flooding down his cheeks. The other boy smiled sadly and wiped his tears. “Despite the darkness around me, I will look to you as my light.” Demon. Angel. World’s apart and yet still so in love.