The History Of Our World

A story of a love so deep
That words cannot describe
The way they held each other
With nothing but their eyes.

They never should have met,
They weren't supposed to see.
The way they felt were lies,
It wasn't meant to be.

And yet they could not stop
The line that tied them tight.
A line of hate and love,
A line of wrong and right.

A hate so absolute inside,
A love so pure and true.
It could do so much harm to all,
And yet could heal them too.

To follow love was murder,
To follow hate was death.
These two were tied forever
Till neither drew a breath.

There was no balance held,
No balance could exist.
The only way to solve it
Was to vanish in the mist.

And so these two lost souls,
Were tossed over the cliff.
A story to be learned from,
They would become a myth.

But still they held to life,
By love and by pure hate.
To meet again in limbo,
To fight against the Fates.

Though their existence hurt,
It was the only place.
That these two souls could stay
And live without a trace.

Till day came that desire
To feel alive returned.
They went back to humanity
As evil to be spurned.

They were no longer living,
And yet they were not dead.
So vampires they became,
And on blood they were fed.

Centuries passed in horror,
Immortal as they were.
Him a man of hateful strength;
Of loving power, her.

He hated that he loved her,
She loved to hate him so.
It was a war beginning,
A war where blood would flow.

They bred entire armies,
Vampires of divine.
Either pure of hate inside,
Or pure of loving mind.

The battles raged for years,
Until a child was born.
A child of perfect balance,
That healed the world at dawn.

It took the love from her,
And took from him, the hate.
Mixing it together,
To form another make.

Another of itself, to
Build the world from scratch.
Of absolute perfection,
A twin to be exact.

They slaughtered all the vampires
Too weak to really count.
Leaving behind the strong ones,
Twenty in amount.

They were the guardians here,
Of purity complete.
They would watch over everyone
Upon their holy seats.

Ten lovers and ten haters,
Ten women and ten men.
They were to care for mortals,
Forever more from then.

Yet still peace was not held,
For two lost souls had stayed.
They wandered everywhere,
A God and Saetan made.

Gathering worshippers
Was all that they could do.
Their vampire natures gone,
True immortals two.

And still they live today,
Pure evil and pure good.
Biding till a time that they,
Can die as they once could.

KC - 15/7/05