I actually wrote this for English class, but I'll post it.
It hath not appeared,
the black to the white
the night to the day
the dark to the light
the bad to he good
the balancer
It hath not been summoned.
the pallor of the skin
suggests no moonlight shine
on the splendid body
of the one
never wanted
It hath not been thought
how useful it is
how needed it is
how perfect, how flawed
the greatest of all
the one always in the corner
It hath not appeared
but it will soon
