The Celtic Spirit

Struggle for my soul

Struggle for my soul

Broken fools dance beneath a pearlescent moon

Crossing fields of fire and pools of ice,

Raising demons we thought once destroyed

Watched by angels though left to fall.

A struggle that raged countless Aeons past

Without conclusion it lingers and stagnates,

Right now within myself this fray resumes

The eternal melee between love and hate.

Through my dreams two armies march

Within the arena of my soul,

I freely offer my body and mind

As a theatre in which to stage this war.

Upon my right Archangels stand tall

Commanding legions of Gods Seraphs,

Mindlessly toying with flaming orbs

Waiting to unleash their wrath.

To the left encroaches Hell itself

Lucifer taunts and twists my will,

Sheathed by his waist a subtle knife

Which glints and shines, as does his eye.

Before long Gabriel draws an emblazoned foil

My sanity begins to crumble and break,

On my fears Satan plays his tune

And I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Fear and panic strike through my heart

Uncertain of which side I should take,

Realising that if I have to ask this question

El Diablo has guilefully sealed my fate.

Can do nothing but stand and take the strain

Of conflicting warriors in each hand,

The hordes of Hades, charged with my destruction

Opposing heavenly champions bestowed to aid my stand.

Soon to sense a touch upon my cheek,

A voice that surrounds me whispers softly

“I am here to take the weight.”

I whirl around to find something else,

But to find an angel sent to save me from myself.