Mirages In The Unseen Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

Two souls did meet in a spectral maze.
One, the good wolf, noble and wise,
The other, the bad wolf, with shadowed eyes.

Through the glass, they saw each other's souls,
Locked in a dance, each playing their roles.
An intricate waltz of light and dark,
Invisible bonds, like an eternal spark.

The good wolf's grace, a radiant sight,
Dancing with virtue, bathed in pure light.
The bad wolf's steps, with a cunning twist,
Whispering temptations, in shadows they exist.

Their dance, a reflection of the human heart,
A constant struggle, tearing them apart.
The looking glass reveals their endless fight,
As day turns to night and dark yields to light.

Through the mirror's surface, they'd converse,
A silent dialogue, a universe rehearsed.
Invisible whispers, they shared their sin,
The good wolf's virtue, the bad wolf's within.

The good wolf said, 'Let kindness be our guide,
In unity, our souls will not divide.'
The bad wolf hissed, 'Indulgence we must savor,
In chaos and desire, we'll find our flavor.'

Their intricate dance continued without rest,
Two sides of a coin, forever pressed.
For they knew that to truly live as one,
Both light and dark must blend under the sun.

The mirror of the mind, a window to the soul,
The good and bad wolves, a story to unfold.
In the labyrinth of conscience, they'd remain,
Their dance a reflection of life's joy and pain.

As the tale of these two souls intertwined,
In the looking glass, their fates combined.
Their intricate dance, forever it would last,
A reminder of the choices in our past.