The weakness

Strong,bright and valiant,

Clean,charming and brilliant

His armour discomfited darkness,

His sword, made of silver

He unsheathed the sword

The sound frightens them,

It's sparkle,blinded the dark.

The sound of his feet

like a thousand chariots

Breasts covered with the finest of gold,

A shield repelling the strongest of arrows,

His belt gird his loins

tightly away from shame.

His voice convinced the enemy

of his assured victory,

The enemy did faint at his sight.

With ease he puts the dark to rout

The enemy streched thier swords

and the fire in his eyes

made their hands wobble till they dropped,

For the Lord was with him

but the dark retired not from their scheme.

Then the dark prepared an arrow,

a woman whose beauty defined

what the world craved and longed for

No man walked past without his lust stirred,

Her voice tingled lust

in men who could not love,

She oozed out poison to the spirit

Yet sweet fragrance to the flesh.

Cautiously, cunningly and desperately

She hovered around until she was found.

'Oh! what danger I behold'.

Perceiving she got his attention,

She let out more of her fragrance,

Hence, blinding his perception

and his eyes by her veil of iniquity.

'Oh! what beauty I behold.'

His flesh drove him to her,

Having shunned the battle with his spirit man,

He placed his sword in it's sheath,

In the midst of a war so thick he couldn't see.

Lust took him to her world...

Another Samson had fallen.

A veil over his eyes,

She pulled off his helmet,

His hair she greased with filth

that killed his grace,

His chest bare for her fingers to tear

His shield long forgotten,

His lust satisfied and strength, drained,

His anointing corrupted

and the Lord far away.

The enemy rejoiced and dined

But they were not done with this guy.

In his hunger she offered him meat and wine,

for a cheque of lies which he signed.

In his slumber she loosed his boot

and pulled out his belt.

Then she invited the enemy

and they prevailed on him that was untouchable.

the fire in his eyes were replaced with steaming pain,

His appearance spoke nothing but shame,

His nakedness a wine of joy to the dark.

In this helpless estate,

the spirit of God bore his filth

and came to his aid,

He arose and saw a light,

So far like the star from the earth,

Then he remembered who he was

and cried tears so hot,

The vapour reached the heavens,

Then he laced up his boots

and began his journey back,

Picking every bit of what he had lost,

For a weakness he failed to spot.

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