Angels and Demons

Sometimes in sweet dreams and noble health,

We see the appearance of angels and demons,

Come in bright apparel to our vicinity on earth,

Infidels possessing our mansions and passions.

Legions of wandering spirits constantly embark,

To the granary of earth swamp to cut our lives short,

Demons spill out of heaven into the amorous dark,

The scene of combat brawl between light and the heart.

Two sides of gloom, we feel the doom staggered in the air,

Emissaries of evil sweep away the truthful deity we hold.

feel innumerable fallen angels come into the atmosphere,

Bringing dark incantation of melancholy to the world. 

From dungeon pits the demons fly into fleeting glance,

To plague our soul in the dullest moments of life,

Deathwing presence bewitching, cold as demonic ice,

Smeared fear on our heart with sepulchral grief.

With drowsy numbness people shuffle and tremor,

New age movement conquer houses and land,

By the holy book, summon feeble soul began in prayer,

Rebuke everything, even the dizzy angel or demon.

Cries of innumerable pleas for heaven's grace,

To abate wriggling pain from tortured legions within,

In stillness, the heavy clouds crept away into space,

Light wing feigns, unnamed foes winking at our pain.

Then in peace, we slept, redeem from fantasy,

Ushered in the way reminiscing painful exchange,

With joyful hand trembling chill and dreary,

This is no dream; I still see images of besieging rage.

But can demons be seen when life is but a dream?

When we rise to war from our limped knees,

Then walk on frozen grass still glaze and stain,

Strangers from the sky empowered for our demise.

Angels and demons walk through the milky space,

Incriminate our lives with solemn convert friendship,

But their presence of enticing wiles is as cold as ice,

Content to watch us feeble folk fall with every trip.

When the Halloween voice upon our forehead rises,

Lusty fragrance of temptation lay full of darts,

Discern hoary angels of bewitching hideous spies,

In flashes and flinches hide in their curious arts.

We have the victory in the cross and the blood,

Although we spent much of life in the rugged path,

Embrace the tragic order and crimes in the hood,

We can face angels or demons with every breath.

Fallen angels strange love, later produces demons

They can be cruel, yet in eccentric danger act so kind.

Multitudes will follow in flight on the new horizons,

Formed legions to wrap fear in the strips of our mind.