Angels And Demons Poem by Gerry Legister

Some times in sweet dreams and noble health,
We see the appearance of angels and demons,
Come in bright apparel to our vicinity on earth,
Infidels possessing our mansions and passions.


Legions of wandering spirits constantly embark,
The granary of earth swamp to cut our lives short,
Demons spill out of heaven into the amorous dark,
And make their domain gladly in our heart.


With doom, we feel their warn staggered air,
Attempt to sweep away the true deity we hold,
Innumerable fallen angels come to our atmosphere,
Bring gloom to the melancholy soul.


From pit like dungeon fly like a fleeting lance,
To plague our soul in the dull moments of life,
Angelic presence bewitching, cold as demonic ice,
Smeared fear on our heart with sepulchral grief.


With drowsy numbness people shuffle and tremor,
New age movement conquer houses and land,
By the holy book feeble soul began in prayer,
Rebuke everything, even the dizzy angel or demon.


Cries of innumerable pleas for heavens grace,
Abate wriggling pain from tortured legions within,
In the stillness, the clouds crept away into space,
Light wing feign unnamed foe winking at our pain.


Then in peace we slept, redeem from fantasy,
Ushered in peace reminiscing the painful exchange,
With joyful hand trembling chill and dreary,
This cage; threaten the sage in besieging rage.


But can demons be seen when life is but a dream?
When we rise to war from our limped knees,
Then walk on frozen grass still glaze and stain,
Strangers from the sky embowered to our demise.


Angels and demons walk through milky space,
Bind our Rosie hue with solemn friendship,
But their presence bewitching is as cold as ice,
Content to watch feeble folk fall with every trip.


When the dreary life upon our forehead rises,
Lusty fragrance of temptation lay full of darts,
Discern hoary angels like bewitching spies,
Can only hide themselves in their curious arts.


We have the victory in the cross and the blood,
Although we spent much of life in the rugged path,
Embrace the tragic order, and crimes in the hood,
We can face angels or demons with every breath.