Artisan by Dan Joyce
©2016
Post 73
The Tragedy Of Samson And Delilah
I walked the earth for several years
Nothing greater than I to fear
No battle lost, not here, nor there
With nothing stronger than my hair
I was king to Philistines
Before I met her of my dreams
Her beauty yielded in my heart
She was a focus of my art
Yet when at first she tempted me
I scoffed her off and let her be
Again she tried again she failed
My strength was mightier I hailed
But then one night one evil night
I lay in her bed by candlelight
She tempted me amidst an air
Then took a knife and cut my hair
My strength was gone. My will was weak
I turned and kissed her on the cheek
Then lost to women, wine and song
I faired I would not be as strong
Take me Lord and hear my cry
That not another day go by
Without your grace to guide my fight
And I shall love you as I die
And so I tore the pillars to part
With Grace and Strength within my heart
They buried me inside a tomb
Inscribed by love and lover’s doom.
