Voices

There's a demon on my shoulder and
an angel on my back
With silver tongues and hallowed psalms
their language I can't grasp

One tells of pain's impermanence
it's fury never lasts
The other tells of fiery fjord
from which I will be cast

One tightens grip with tendril tail
around my torso there
The other spreads its wings to shine
a holy luminaire

One tells me of the strength of man
the essence of all life
The other in His absence sings
of never ending strife

Their voices pierce my weakened heart
Their songs do lift my soul
With merriment and avarice
They both take each their toll

For both it seems but want one thing
And for it they do lust
For light and dark work hand in hand
To reap my final trust

Author's Note

Any and all reviews comments, critiques welcome. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Alice Poésy]

The demon on the shoulder and angel on the back! This took me back to the days when I had psychology classes and we were doing Freud's theory of the id, ego and superego, comparing the id to the devil and the superego to an angel.

This piece has such a particular tone to it; both relatable with that Gothic vibe to it. Describes my state of mind a lot of the time. It has such intricate detail; both with wording and the rhyme.

Great job, it was interesting to read!

[Gray]

There's nice detail in this besides the rhyming. I like dark, this is dark.

May I ask, how long did it take to put together? All in one day?

[Corey O'Brien]

Thank you so much for the review! From inception it was probably took a night or two to put together.

[Gray]

Thank you and you're welcome.