There, upon a silken bed
Woven from myriad silken thread
Lying upon a mound of pillows
Bound up in her peccadiloes
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Full of grace and fair decorum
Swept up in history's variorum
Milady summons up the orrery
To be delivered by her coterie
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As sunset's fiery erubescence
Blends with voile's viridescence
From the veils' filmy coruscation
She awaits their incantations.....
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Friezes of Danites in captivity
Belie her claim of sensitivity
As enter the pagan prophesiers
Merely fine clothed petty liars
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'To remove him of his strength,
You need not go to great length.
As goes the power of the lion
There lies strength of the scion.'
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Unable to decipher such a rhyme
Milady perforce sets up a crime
That still echoes through the ages
Written down in God's own pages.
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As any foolish man will do
In a trap they cannot construe
Braggadocio spilled from his lips
Handmaid trims, handmaid clips
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That which gave him strength now shorn
He was taken captive in early morn
Set blinded on the threshing floor
Tightly shut was sunlight's door
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Until came the day in a temple pagan
Celebration of false god Dagan
Down came crashing the walls at length
Samson had regrown his strength.......
April 16 2010
