Enigma Poem by Justin Reamer

A thing with two heads,
One with a mouth full of teeth,
The other with a mouth of gums.
One vicious and shrewd and cruel,
The other kind, giving, and benevolent.
One with a halo over its head;
The other with horns raising high.
On one side, a rotten wing and
A wrinkled, disgusting hand
With sharp, unclean claws on each finger,
The other side with a feathered wing,
A fine, soft hand,
And neatly trimmed nails that
Are soft to the touch.
One head with burning eyes, always angry,
Letting off a sort of coldness,
A sort of freezing that makes one uneasy,
And darkness all around it,
Like on a winter night in the middle of January;
The other with warm eyes,
With warm heat emanating from it,
And a luminescence about it,
Like noontime on a summer day in July.

One head with good intentions,
The other with evil.
One does what's best,
The other whines and complains.
One tries to help people,
The other tries to harm.
One smiles at good things;
The other grimaces at them.
One frowns at bad things;
The other smiles at them.
One is agreeable,
The other bickers and fights.
One loves to give,
The other likes to take.
One is selfless;
The other is selfish.
One is thoughtful;
The other is thoughtless.
One performs actions;
The other merely speaks.
One has something to say;
The other says something.
One tells the truth;
The other lies.
One is for honesty and frankness;
The other for trickery and deceit.

One gives life,
The other takes away.
One is charitable,
The other avaricious.
One likes to console,
The other to torment.
One likes to encourage;
The other to discourage.
One likes to guide;
The other to tempt.
One likes to compliment;
The other to insult.
One likes humility;
The other vanity.
One likes to work hard;
The other to slack.
One is the Light;
The other the Darkness.

What is this being?
What is it that makes it so strange?
'Tis an enigma, surely,
Something we may not comprehend,
But sure is something quite interesting.