I like those narratives, simple and plain,
Where on one hand there's hero, on another a villain.
The hero I worship, can't have shades of gray,
And I cant deal with the devil, come what may.
Who's hero, who's villain, its hard to say,
The hero's on my side, is what matters, If I may.
The one on the other side, I'll paint in black,
How can the hero be bad, if he has my back?
We have a symbiotic relationship, he feeds on me,
Through him I get reflected- what I want to be.
A white light that dazzles, does nobody any good,
I am happy with the dark spots- they have test of time stood.
My hero lets me down daily, for he's a mirror image of me,
I'm stuck in this catch-22, maybe the villain will set me free.
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