decadent souls
that revel in luxury,
with pompous feasts
to satisfy their g l u t t o n y.
tongue flicking out at the
sight of overpriced delicacies;
mouth watering with a v a r i c e.
green flashes of utter e n v y
at the sight of a wealthier man,
with wads of money in his hands.
envy, that soon loses itself
in the roiling p r i d e
of the egomaniac--
his pride, that soars towards
the heights of the unending sky
and resides in a shell of woven gold--
never to be broken.
then, appears
a lissome lass
that ensorcels the
gourmand in an instant;
his tawny eyes
glint with l u s t--
lust that intoxicates
his dying senses,
that un-cloud themselves
when a tatterdemalion wolf-whistles.
then, his aroused senses
fill with w r a t h--
simmering, scorching,
unforgiving wrath
that bubbles into something sinister
that inebriates, oh it inebriates.
and doesn't die out
'til he falls into slumber--
slumber that carries him
away, away, away from his soul
into another place
when he surrenders to s l o t h.
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Based on The Seven Deadly Sins.
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ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES
Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
