Temptation
They fill the old stone tower,
Shadows dancing on the walls,
And the smoking pit befalls
Those who listen to their whisperings,
As to mortals they do call,
For their figures are black magic
Which no mortal man may touch
With his eyes of fleeting dust---
And the men stand pale and shaking,
Lest they look, and see too much;
And the tower now is crowded
With forgotten things of yore---
Things no man has seen before,
Or will e’er see in the future,
If his life he values more.
But ‘tis not an easy task,
That of keeping shut their eyes,
For the spirits, as a prize,
Do their best to claim a mortal
With their ancient, damning lies---
With their voices sweet and lovely
They the fragile men entice,
Telling them there is no price
For a lifting of the eyelids
And a glimpse of their demise.
And the case has been the same
Ever since, with longing look,
Woman fruit forbidden took
When the firstborn of the demons
Snared her with his scaly hook.
And the evil in the tower,
Growing hungrier each day,
Waits for simple Man to stray---
Waits and watches, ever yearning,
For man’s heart to have its way.
Copyright © Kristin A. | Year Posted 2014
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