DAVID AND BATHSHEBA

The chariot trembled as the horse leaped,
Beaten down, fallen, his heart was speared.
The battle was fiercer, the war spurred on,
He closed his eyes, his time had come.

In his terrace, alone, King David wandered
After a dreamless sleep, tired and disturbed
Saw the rain drops rush down, among the trees
His mane swayed gently in the dreamy breeze
As he trudged along flowers of sweet perfumed odour
He saw her there, drenched and pure 
Ravished eyes remained firmly undeterred
Fixed on her, nothing else mattered
Her face glowed in the orange rays
Aroused his soul, her delightful grace
In all her glory, irresistible, pink
Her slender wonder, burned his lusting
Obdurate rage flamed him feverish
He yearned her lips, to touch every inch
Mortal curse emblazoned her prettier
The Kingdom sank in her enticing splendor

The chariot trembled as the horse leaped
Beaten down, fallen, his heart was speared
The battle was fiercer, the war spurred on
He closed his eyes, his time had come.