Battle Of The Soul
Two wolves forage within your soul,
by Aaron Combs
Endeavoring ‘til destiny tolls.
Driven in a voracious fight,
Spirits actions reflect their plight.
Malice is the name of this one brute,
Its paws calloused in Wrath’s pursuit.
Drooling fangs, Glutton seeks in vain.
Indolence reeks of putrid stains,
the coat of Pride it lives to feed,
Filthy, conniving, it hoards in Greed.
Mind afflicts, thoughts shout quick with Lust.
Envy plagues thoughts, just brings disgust.
Benevolence, the second beast
Crowned with Humility, feasts
On Patience, Chastity for love’s
true freedom – sees Kindness above
acts of self, guides Prudence with grace,
a wealth of Diligence and Faith.
Who wins to be the Lord and Host?
One you delight to feed the most.