an angel, in her flight, fell.
a demon,
in her chaos, rose.
one was called Lightness
and
one was called Torment.
they collided, the fabric of their Selves
woven, intermingled,
as they felt,
their discord,
their harmony.
they were entangled,
until they could no longer remember
before.
until they could no longer recall
who was Torment
and
who was Lightness.
entwined, they embraced
as they tumbled,
and
they remembered.
they saw.
as now, as they have always been,
perfectly, exquisitely,
a beautiful maelstrom
of both.
they fell
and they soared.
together,
one.
whisky sweet 