Samson and Delilah

stung by betrayal, weak in defeat
out of the strong came something sweet
never shall I love again, said He
instead, grow less, but defiantly

No more love, nothing to lose
true art does not need a muse.
He raised his sword and challenged again.
The victory was his – come sun or rain.

But let this not be a tale of revenge
It’s a wasteland as old as Stonehenge
clouds shed tears on the secrets they read
on tools of bronze and willpower to lead

Why condemn beauty or pleasures of flesh?
Samson or Delilah – willpower did mesh
Each had a motive and a cause to defend
Stories to stitch, misplaced trust to mend

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W3 Prompt #98