Triolet us 

Good and evil were asked
to dance
A song starts playing,
they hold hands, tightly.
The good stared north;
evil looked south,
until both crossed eyes
in a perfect glance–
conjoined, moving freely
with grace and couth.
They started whirling,
upon their flight,
“1, 2, 3…” tension!
Flip a coin. Romance
suffered vibrations,
fueled by love’s fight.