I told the moon about you.
And she replied with a song about me.
How we're incarnations of each other, and how you're my other quarter.
Maybe there's always been a divide.
With you on one end of the spectrum and us three on the other.
We used to be just two.
The light and dark.
The good and bad.
Now, there's the good, the bad, the ugly and the astonishingly beautiful.
All make a whole.
We'll be something like the Holy Trinity.
If we weren't the embodiment of unholy.

© Mae