Dualism

My right hand gave a letter to him
 Written in poetic words, phrases
 In a language of other worlds
 My left hand gave a letter to him
 Written with love, devotion, kinship
 With the progeny of days destined
 Two shaded figures amble before my eyes
 A poetic unity, but known not to last
 And beatific scenery wilting as they pace
 Inharmony pulsing as if a heartbeat
 Before me the paths unveil conflicted
 Free yet aimless these apparitions lie
 As I fight back the fate that befell them
 Midst the endless thoughts within my scarred mind
 For long have I known one of them dies young
 The discordances deepen for they're never truly free
 And through every waking second the strife is drawing near
 Neath the lineament of the wavering tree line
 They both know these hours are lies which all must be burned
 Safe havens turn to dust
 Free yet aimless these apparitions lie
 As I fight back the fate that befell them
 But deep down I know the lack of all hope
 For no matter which one I choose I will die alone