Delilah's sword hunts, with deadly blows bellows,
they conceal their intentions, and mask destruction with a kiss.
hides in ambuscades, to obstruct men of destiny
Oh Samson, why sacrifice a mission for a bawd ?
Delilah's oath is a lie, she tells ten thousand such.
Thy grief is her end, and thy destiny is her Prize
she is on assignment from the Prince of darkness.
Oh! Samson, do but see the end of her music.
Delilah's smiles are a bait, there are venom in those cheeks
a dastardly pit lies ahead, she is from the enemy's camp.
It is but the Carnival of thousand demons fused in a legion
Oh Samson! why toy with a gigantic dream, for a moment with a stranger?
Delilah's Den is a camp, the daggers are whizzing through the air
Your price is paid, the bargain is sealed to make you an enemy of the cross
Ah priceless soul, can't you see? They seek to turn you from The Way
Oh! Samson, be the Joseph and speed away with you feet.
Delilah's Trophy is thy eyes, plunged out from their sockets
Let Proverb 2;19 state it better, the loss is grievous
If mercy abandon thee to this fall
Oh Samson! thou shall surely grind at the Mill
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and temperate"
- William Shakespeare
His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun
For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise
O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun
Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck
Purifying the light touching your skin
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul
Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades
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