Angels and demons gather all at once,
Awaiting the designation of the souls,
With whom they bind for always.
Cries from the crowd as a name calls out
Begging for one of each.
'I am lost in a maze of crossroads,
One guardian will not do' they wail.
'Internally and feverently I weep,
Most often in silence,
I scream when I speak.
For naught would serve me best,
If not two.'
A curiosity lingers in the veins of the herd.
How can we be calming in the minds of man?
A devil and a saint sat in the place,
Where morals take hold of hands.
Bravely the beings step forward,
Sharing a coldness and warmth in their movements,
They rotate.
Gaze upon the acceptors of defiance,
For it can only be, Love and Hate.

© watchingthedarkness