Temptation

Her body swang,

serpentine,

to a music unheard,

but rythm created,

in breath and heartbeat...

Racing,

embracing

before him,

for him,

and for the night only...

For when day would dawn,

she would be gone.

And he would

lock his wild heart,

take over...

He'd wear his brown robe,

silent...

He'd sit at the table,

breaking bread,

as the first rays of light,

newborn hope,

would scatter

through the thick glass window.

Pushing darkness to exile...

and so with it, his heart...

He'd won again.

But for how long

would she haunt him?

When one starts to doubt,

is when weakness finds a chance.

When one starts to wonder 

secrets in the dark,

unconfessed...

''What if...?''

Down the tower,

he'd descend

to the chapel,

slowly.

The echoes 

of his lone footsteps,

forming words,

whispers

around...

Guilt,

is a strong enemy,

creating fears

that are not there.

As he would look

into hs brothers eye,

and think...

They know...

The cross would be

the only thing 

close to his chest.

He'd freeze his face 

to a contemplative smile,

of grateful satisfaction.

He needed nothing else,

but what he had...

And too soon,

would the golden sun

flee to the West again!

Abandoning him

to the mercy of the night.

He'd pray

pray,

pray,

and he would cry...

Unwilling,

he would 

shut his tired eyes.

And from the haze of vanity,

through mist and murk,

she'd rise glorious and grand.

And in one mere second,

she could make him watch

her pagan dance.

The flames in her hair,

the silk round her thighs...

She could make him

drown in her gaze

forever,

until dawn

brough upon never,

just for now...

For when day would dawn,

she would be gone.

And he would

lock his wild heart,

take over...