Sunken And Submersed

Lust is a Demon

Lust is a demon,
It attacks all and everyone;
Never does it bother about,
The cores of even a couth.

Two kinds, the demon meets,
Good a prey while the evil its kin;
With valour and might it can combat,
With just the other end, in energies!

The one who falls prey,
Pity, Oh pity!! I do say;
Neither does it realise the fact,
Nor can unsign the unseen pact!

The other is a warrior,
Bravest of all, I will call;
Kills the demonest of all times,
And pillars, more alike naive rhymes.

Inmate becomes the slave,
Of the demon with ease;
Who slays the soul's grace,
As an assassin's embrace.

That sucks its innate purity,
And hollows it from in;
Past a caged, mids a slave;
Now, a toy with sheer play, indeed??

No voice now, no power;
No guts, but a toy coward!!
For itself, not for the world, oh dear!
The face is different, far from here!

Hence I do, reveal a secret keen,
None does know who's sitting in;
Is it any among the sad triune,
Or the insane warrior with boon?

Barred with invisible hatred,
Isolation from the sane pool!
If you find it all within,
Lust is your prey and love your tool!