Temptation’s Symphony

There is a kind of hush

I feel it coming in

Rolling slowly like dense pink fog

A whisper on the wind’s wings

Do you hear it? The hot pursuit?

It’s a symphony — a sumptuous sound

Melting like gold to fit into life’s mould

It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s at my threshold!

I hear the hush, the whisper grow

I sit and wait for my conscience to take hold

The sound of temptation is so bold

Enticing as a siren to a sailor

Yet — if I give in… What becomes of my honor?

Temptation shakes my foundations with glorious thunder

It has come to my house for one last plunder

Pillaging peace, ravaging confidence, planting doubt

If I have enough faith as a mustard seed, my hope will sprout

If watered with love

Hope will take root

And give me the courage to fight off this brute!