Two Giant She-Spirits In Me Poem by Benjamin Paa Willie

Two evils fought for their eternal place
Two giant she-spirits in me ran their race
They enmeshed their claws in my head
They forged their swords in my beard

Two evils sought to make me their Cupid
Two giant she-spirits in me battled like stupid
From morning to night; from dusk to dawn
For my every hope for a truce was gone

They inflamed the passion of my heart
And spoke the words, from me, you hear
And bade, each of them, with their last card
These gems and temptations I could not forbear

At last I was to choose as I wished from among the two
“Aha”, I gazed eagerly at both, “I choose you and you.”