ILDETH, ZARAH AND THE FALL OF SIN CITY

PROLOGUE

Two women played their different parts:

One was Lot's wife, a faithful spouse,

Who had the softest of soft hearts;

The other, from the royal house -

A queen of darkest arts!

ILDETH

The softness of her heart! Was this

The reason Ildeth turned her face,

Denied by Fate a parting kiss

For those she loved, a last embrace 

For friends she'd sorely miss?

She looked back once, the in a trice

Became a toxic tower of salt,

The cost of spurning God's advice;

But was her frailty such a fault

It rated such a price?

Yes! Stronger hearts were now God's need!

The past was embers, ashes, dust,

And hearts no more must pay it heed!

In God should all now place their trust

And do as He decreed!

ZARAH

No more for Zarah and her court

The nights of shameless decadence,

When all her ladies would cavort

Before a frenzied audience

That cheered their wanton sport.

They raised their hind-parts to the skies

So maids could rub in liniment

While knelt between their silk-smooth thighs,

To make each coy, yet pliant, vent

A more receptive prize. 

The last to share in Zarah's sin,

A captain in the palace guard,

Had lusted for her satin skin,

And soon his manhood, pressing hard,

Was firmly sheathed within.

They coupled with a pagan zeal:

Of shame and sin they had no sense

And knew no more than they could feel,

And Zarah's pangs grew so intense

Her whole world turned surreal.

Her flesh was like a swans-down quilt

That softly answered every thrust,

And with each one their passion built

Until, to consummate their lust,

He pierced her to the hilt.

Their rapture was not long denied:

Although the captain led the chase

His partner revelled in the ride,

And, gamely staying with the pace,

She matched his final stride.

She heard her own orgasmic scream

But faint, as from a different plane,

Then felt a spasm so extreme

She wondered was it joy or pain,

Reality or dream?

But real it was! And real as well

The retribution God had planned:

The sulphur and the fire that fell

Like judgement on that sinful land

And turned it into hell!

For even as the captain drew

His stem from Zarah's dewy bower,

The skies had turned a fiery hue

And sulphur clouds flung down their shower

Of burning, acid spew! 

EPILOGUE

Is there a lesson we should learn

From those doomed cities of the plain?

Indeed there is! That if we spurn

God's word and take his name in vain,

We too shall surely burn!