Salvation

  “There is a traitor in our midst!”
  said the head.
    “Aye, a most treacherous and hateful beast!”
  cried the soul,
  “And we must cut her off
        at any cost,
  lest she lay us low.”

So the eyes grabbed their blades
    and the hands their sturdy grips,
  and in a mob they rushed
    to kill the waiting sins

But oh, a vile thing she was;
    dug down and boarded up,
  ready to fight the onslaught
  with her companion armed as Lust

On came the heart!
    On came the soul!
  Oh, fierce the war cries!
  Oh, strong the blows!

But the demons held stronger still,
  knives to the throat of their captive
  threatening the life of Will.

A year they fought,
  then two, then three
  and four;
  the head setting strategies
  and the heart holding firm.

But seasons passed further on
  and the warriors began to tire.
  The strength fled their shaking arms
  as enemy’s taunts quenched their fire.

She grinned, oh, how she grinned,
  that slithering perfect sin;
  sure of the poison
  and all her silent plans.
  Waiting for a moment
      to rush her final attack.

But then, the final day rose
    and a scream split the temple
  breaking down her walls.

The sound of a last breath
    and taste of running blood
  fell hard upon the fortress
  and light upon the head.

Oh, brilliant heart!
  Oh, warrior soul!
  On with the battle!
  On to win the war!

A deep hunger was hers,
  and deeper the claws were still,
  but the body gained a better master
  who fought with greater skill.

So the eyes grabbed their armour
  and the hands the bloody tree,
  and in a legion they charged
  to end the treachery.

“There is a king in our midst,”
announced the shaking soul,
    after the battle had been won.
“Aye – the greatest of kings,”
  was all the tongue could say,
“and we will offer him the ruling seat
  and give this life away.”