Angels and Demons

With wings of light and feathers of flame, Two figures dance in the soul's own game. One bathed in dawn, the other in night, Angel and demon, locked in a fight.

The angel whispers of hopes untold, Of dreams pursued and stories bold. Of paths that climb to mountain heights, And stars that guide through darkest nights.

The demon laughs, a shadowed grin, And speaks of pleasures, quick and keen. Of hidden desires, dark and deep, Of secrets sown where shadows sleep.

The angel sings of love's embrace, Of kindness found in every space. Of gentle hands that heal and mend, Of hearts that soar beyond the end.

The demon scoffs, a chilling tone, Of power sought, and battles won. Of passions fierce, that burn and crave, Of lives consumed, beyond the grave.

They circle, clash, their wings engage, In this eternal, inner stage. For within each soul, the battle lies, Of light and dark, beneath the skies.

But choose you must, your path to tread, With angel's hand, or demon's thread. For in the end, the choice is yours, To climb the stars, or yield to lures.

So listen close, to whisper and roar, And find the peace you've yearned for. For even angels, fierce and bright, May lose their light, without the fight.

And even demons, dark and sly, May find redemption, by and by. The choice is yours, the battle nears, Embrace the light, and conquer fears.