The Celtic Spirit

Struggle for my soul


Struggle for my soul  Broken fools dance beneath a pearlescent moonCrossing fields of fire and pools of ice,Raising demons we thought once destroyedWatched by angels though left to fall.A struggle that raged countless Aeons pastWithout conclusion it lingers and stagnates,Right now within myself this fray resumesThe eternal melee between love and hate. Through my dreams two armies marchWithin the arena of my soul,I freely offer my body and mindAs a theatre in which to stage this war.Upon my right Archangels stand tallCommanding legions of Gods Seraphs,Mindlessly toying with flaming orbsWaiting to unleash their wrath. To the left encroaches Hell itselfLucifer taunts and twists my will,Sheathed by his waist a subtle knifeWhich glints and shines, as does his eye.Before long Gabriel draws an emblazoned foilMy sanity begins to crumble and break,On my fears Satan plays his tuneAnd I pray the Lord my soul to take. Fear and panic strike through my heartUncertain of which side I should take,Realising that if I have to ask this questionEl Diablo has guilefully sealed my fate.Can do nothing but stand and take the strainOf conflicting warriors in each hand,The hordes of Hades, charged with my destructionOpposing heavenly champions bestowed to aid my stand. I experience a warmth grow deep withinSoon to sense a touch upon my cheek,A voice that surrounds me whispers softly“I am here to take the weight.”Hanging desperately from the edge of reasonI whirl around to find something else,The realisation that I’m not here to guard mankindBut to find an angel sent to save me from myself.  R. Hammond