I now call upon the maiden named Delilah
O' Delilah, O' Delilah, I call upon thy name as of a ritual
As we cherish our time together, thou shall knoweth that I worship Thee as a goddess of fine gold
Pure in beauty, A pale white flesh filled with seductive quests for thy many partners
But multitudes of men speak of Thee as a betrayer and grasping a heart of stone that whomsoever it fall upon it shall grind him to a powder
I turn my ear away from such foolishness
Thou are my love, but before I lay with Thee
I must confess jealousy rests in my heart
Thou only accompany or lie with the kings, pharoahs, and judges
But not the likes of servants and prophets
But I shall be special upon ye, because though I do not possess the wealth of many men
I possess enough shekels to be one with you, but only for the moon to see
Allow me to lie with you now
But I beseech Thee O' Delilah to be delicate
I pray thou to be delicate, not to deal furiously with me
But this love also shall not last forever and thou name shall fade from my tounge
O' Delilah O' Delilah
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The Unholy Trinity
PuisiA tale of lust, religion, and another hidden meaning. This is a story filled with allegory. I hope you can decode who are the three women in this short story/poem I wrote.