Two Hemispheres

Two hemispheres wrinkled by the past – profound inheritance of bygone generations. And if they sleep – in dreams out of the dust beasts in the light appear in creation. The Good looks at itself into a looking glass – it cannot see the troubles come – out of the mirror The Evil looks at last and to Eternity it goes to dine. Two hemispheres are a mass of contradictions, you cannot find a way lost in the dark, in searching dashes Soul for sweet religion and to the Beast she just unburdens heart.