Two men
One from heaven
One from hell
Both were demons
Two men
A hero
A villian
Two men
Both different
Both were the same
Like life and death
Black and white
Sun and Moon
Opposites, but both need the other to survive
Like two halves of the same thing
A reflection of the other
A copy of the other
So similar, yet so different
But just like any other tale
Best started from the past
Because this tale is a fairy tale
And a grimm one at that
He was lonely
He was bullied
Called a "freak"
As for the other child
He was lonely
He was bullied
Called a "freak"
They were unique
Not freaks
They had gifts
But others made it seem like a curse instead
As he grew older
He was begining to get angry
All the whispers behind his back, when they thought he couldn't hear
Whispers saying:
"Freak"
"Freak"
"Freak"
But he learned not to listen to what they said and not care about what they thought
They were all idiots
He didn't need them
But, the other man, as he grew older
He was begining to get angry
All the whispers behind his back, when they thought he couldn't hear
Whispers saying:
"Freak"
"Freak"
"Freak"
But he kept his anger in
And it grew
It consumed him
He made so that anyone who ever hurt him, could never hurt him again
Because now, the ones who hurt him are no more than limp bodies under piles of dirt
Now both are full grow men
One a hero
One a villain
Two men
Both the same
One the perfect image of what would happen if the other turned to to the other side
One took the road bathed in white light
The other took the road swallowed by darkness
So similar
And yet, so different