Soul Survivor Poem by Francie Lynch

Temptation shies
From revealing sun,
Its subtleties
Shine on everyone.
Don't look for horns,
Fork and tail,
Its method ensnares
The unsuspecting,
Should they dare
To challenge
Or outwit.

We'll trade our souls
For a sack,
Barter what we
Dearly hold;
Trade it in
For selfish goals.

Some advertise
A soul
For sale
By self-service
That ultimately
Fails.
Cuckold a friend,
Cheat in the end;
The tempter likes it
When we're lost
In the simplicity
Of detail.

It's so sly
We think
We lose
Our souls.
Terrified by
Eternal flames
That burn without
Consuming skin.
In fact,
We don't lose
That,
We simply wallow
In our sin.

Temptation needs
This to stick us
In the end.