The Ballerina and The Devil(2)

The Ballerina and The Devil, What heaven is to hell. Although somehow this two manage, To fit together so well. They both bear masks, That stick to their faces like glue. With the only exception to that strength is each other, When they finally break through. The pair are like what day is to night, But grow a peculiar bond. The crossovers at dusk and dawn, Made these two of another very fond. Darkness needs a little light, Sun needs a little rain. And finally soon the two, Share their sadness and pain. They fall victim, To the glare of the bright. But manage to stay strong, Until the dead of the night. The Ballerina and The Devil, Weak and broken apart. May be able to piece themselves back together again, With the magic of loving heart..❤️