Samson and Delilah

Richard

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