Two wolves forage within your soul,
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.
This is solid poetry, I love the set up and the moral as encapsulated in the final line. Well done, L&T
Hi Aaron! A great poem right verses wrong, good shall prevail this Wolf is strong! ! *10*! ! Keep inking My Friend! Best regards Thad
It was intresting I wanted to read it and that doesnt happen very often So kudos to u!
Hi Aaron, your choice of words used here to paint this great poem is fantastic, good composition and well delivered piece....keep expressing Best of Health & Happiness Jon
Interesting! Great Work! I love some of the word usage!
very emotional, great work, keep up the great work. I will be watching for your poems
Without doubt, you are a astonishing writer, very well composed. All the very best Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i like this one! the last line expecially! the last line it so true. its like a rythemic story. another great job! ! ! : D Sara<3