Sultan
I choose to abide by Christ's holy law -
Resolve born in faith that His way is true.
A pact between mind and soul - what's the flaw?
If I know it's right, then I'm bound for you!
But I look in the mirrored depths within,
and shudder at the sultan that I see.
Silk-wrapped beast with a taste for ev'ry sin:
pride, indolence, and lust subverting me.
Strong and swift, though dulled by laze and liquor,
the sultan has staked out his claim inside.
I siege his proud palace - he is quicker -
but from God's holy iron, he cannot hide.
For you, my king, I wage war with myself.
The sultan shall fall, clutching his wicked wealth.
25 August 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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