Two Angles

One night I awoke from slumber
My attention out of control -
There on my bedroom carpet
Two angles fought for my soul.

(One angle shinning from heaven,
The other a specter from hell.)

I felt the pain of their struggle
Like a north wind chill with cold,
Secrets buried in my bosom
Not wanting to be told.

I watched the contest deepen
From one to the other tossed -
Wanting both to be the victor
With a fear for the one that lost.

In a tie the skirmish ended
My attention gained control -
Aware they would return again
To wrestle for my soul.