Samson and his tormentors, buried beneath the fear.
"My hair," he whispered, broken, "a vow I hold so dear,
He ventured to Timnah, a Philistine town,
"Tell me," she'd plead, "the source, your power, where does it stay?"
For love, for gentle whispers, to make him feel whole.
His locks, like raven rivers, held a magic all their own,
Philistines rushed upon him, their vengeance burning strong,
The legend of Samson, forever in the light.
Where Delilah, with beauty, his senses spun around.
With honeyed words and cunning, she teased him day by day,
Hear the tale of Samson, a man of strength untold,
For she was sent by enemies, his slumbering strength to reap.
But Delilah, relentless, chipped away like a rising morn.
Her eyes, like pools of moonlight, held a secret, dark and deep,
His spirit, though diminished, yearned for a final stand,
The mighty judge of Israel, a prisoner, but not tamed.
He pushed the pillars outward, with strength from fingertips.
Blinded and betrayed, his freedom turned to wrong.
They mocked him, chained him tightly, a spectacle of shame,
He tore through Philistine ranks, a whirlwind in the fight,
Favored by the heavens, with power in his hands,
Three times he lied, with riddles and with scorn,
His sacrifice remembered, a hero never known.
The shears they snipped and severed, those raven locks of might,
Though love became his downfall, a lesson etched in stone,
Cut it, and my strength shall vanish, leaving nothing here."
Delilah, triumphant, called upon her kin,
His power drained like water, fading into the night.
A champion of freedom, a beacon burning bright.
Until, with a groan of weakness, his secret he did confide.
A tale of strength and weakness, of love and bitter plight,
But Samson, with his power, felt a yearning in his soul,
Born by a barren woman, a blessing to behold.
With muscles straining, twisting, a prayer upon his lips,
A judge of Israel's people, protector of the lands.
The temple walls came thundering down, a death knell loud and clear,
While Samson, unsuspecting, slept within.
To bring the temple crashing down upon that Philistine land.
She wheedled and she flattered, played upon his pride,
A Nazarite, a holy vow, his strength from God alone.