ANGEL AND DEMON
I sin, but I’m not the devil
I’m pure, but my mind is twisted
I’m good, but I’m not an angel
I soar, but my wings were made in flames
In the stygian depth of my soul
In the deepest, darkest recesses
Lurks two opposing forces
A little angel and a little demon
I’ve walked through the fires of hades
Sauntered through the gardens of heaven
I’m afflicted with grave torments
And adorned with a magical peace
My angel counsels me to be sincere
My devil seals my lips with blood
Pleasure and pain aye abide my bosom
Both emotions; my dark, crude inventions
I’d choose a side, but I’m mortally terrified
If I banish my demon, I might lose my angel
© Adeyoju Ademola
An Alumnus of the Faculty of Law,
OAU, ILE-IFE.
