Thunder rolled in the night skies and lightning flashed
The rain fell, cleansing the ground, hiding thy tears as they flowed ever free.

A clap of thunder, a jolt of memories
They came rushing back, in torrents of anguish
The hate, the fear, and the torment as thou watched
ripped in two, a soul of one.

Twin entities they may be
but yet thy memories remain
locked in stasis

Light, shining its comfort
bringing smiles at a mere thought
Dark, reaching out with its scheming grasp
forcing its way through mental barriers
causing another cut into a heart already bleeding

All of these and more
hidden in objects so simple
with a quantity of two
as though representing
the split soul of one