Joy and Sorrow

In the branches of a lonely tree,

One cant exist without another.

One howls like a banshee,

The other sings to praise the summer.

Two birds, barn owl and a raven,

The raising sun and the midnight sky,

The two tormenting the men of every nation,

Even the sun king in Versailles.

Mourning a long passed lover,

Yet celebrating another day like it's the last,

A deep wound you will always suffer,

Dont fall into shackles of your past.

Two angels sitting on your shoulder,

Two birds of different flock,

Claws of both digging into flesh of life's soldier,

Both dangerous like a hunting hawk.

Harpies, singing the alluring songs of love,

One lost, one gained,

One kind of love to dream of,

The other by pain stained.