War against lust

The Ascetic's Crusade

In realms of flesh, where shadows weave,

A constant battle souls perceive.

A serpent slithers, scales agleam,

Lust, the deceiver, whispers a dream.

The heart, a fortress, strong and tall,

Reason the captain, heeding the call.

But siren songs from senses rise,

Beckoning surrender with tempting lies.

The warrior takes a solemn vow,

To chase this demon, cast it out somehow.

With eyes downcast, he shuns the gleam,

Of shapely figures, a forbidden stream.

He tames the hunger, the body's plea,

With meager rations, a life austere.

For touch, a torment, a fleeting spark,

That fans the embers, leaving its mark.

He muzzles thoughts that yearn and stray,

To gardens fragrant, where lovers play.

His mind, a battlefield, ever fraught,

With fleeting visions, dearly bought.

In every corner, a tempting snare,

A whispered word, a perfumed hair.

The glance that lingers, a stolen kiss,

A constant struggle for moral abyss.

He shuns the laughter, the joyous throng,

For fear of music that plays too long.

The melody sweet, a tempting lure,

That stirs the embers, forever pure.

He seeks the solace of mountains high,

Where windswept peaks scrape the endless sky.

The icy grip, a cleansing pain,

To numb the yearnings, the pouring rain.

He finds his solace in scripture's hold,

In stories whispered, both new and old.

Of saints who battled, and overcame,

The burning passion, the whispered name.

But in the silence, when shadows creep,

The serpent whispers, secrets deep.

Of stolen moments, a fleeting thrill,

A forbidden pleasure, a heart to fill.

The warrior falters, a single tear,

A doubt arises, a whispered fear.

Is this denial a worthy fight?

Is love's embrace a forbidden light?

He seeks the wisdom of an elder sage,

Whose weathered face speaks of a bygone age.

"Lust," the wise one murmurs, a sigh escapes his breath,

"A fire untamed, that brings both life and death."

"But love," he continues, eyes filled with light,

"A guiding star, that burns ever bright.

A force that binds, a tender embrace,

A dance of souls, in a sacred space."

The warrior ponders, the truth unfolds,

A path emerges, where passion unfolds.

Not in the clutches of fleeting desire,

But in a love that sets the soul on fire.

He learns to channel, the burning need,

To nurture passion, a noble seed.

To build a love, on trust and care,

Where lust is tamed, a love to share.

He leaves the mountains, the battleground,

With a heart transformed, a purpose found.

To fight not lust, but for something more,

A love that uplifts, forevermore.

For in the depths, where shadows reside,

Love's gentle flame can be a guiding tide.

A war not fought with chains and bars,

But with a love that shines beyond the stars.