Samson and Delilah - a story retold

At the Valley of Sorek whence
Samson first  Delilah saw
He had perhaps that pervading sense
Of love within him growing raw
So he sought love from her
The maiden with wonderous looks
Eyes that could pull him near;
He pledged his heart to her
In lieu she asked what could make
Samson such a valiant warrior
And he , being what he was
Without doubting made the mistake
He told her if could someone his hair
Cut and take those strands away
All of his strength would just disappear;
Hearing this Delilah made a pact
Betraying love that was sacrosanct
She took Samson to the bait
Luring him upon her lap to meet his fate,
And how awful had been that sight
To find Samson losing the fight
Like a child as he dozed off
Upon the lap of his lady love.

( the picture attached is a painting by Peter Paul Rubens, 1609, based on the O.T. story of Samson and Delilah)


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Palm Tree*

Like sleepy , a lullaby...

Few lines written on a sojourn to country