Toy

Desire was ancient. It sparked into existence the moment the first creature with something resembling a brain felt hunger. It was a wild, greedy and predatory thing. It was not faceless, as some think. Quite the contrary: it was male, female, richness, love, youth - everything that can be longed for. And it was untouchable, hovering but a step before its victim, deceptive, deadly. And so it will stay until the day Death closes her hand around the world, and all the dreamers and the delirious, all the hungry and the desperate will be no more.

Samson did not blame Delilah for his downfall. When he was paraded naked and blind before the Philistine mob, those weren't Delilah's eyes that mocked him. Those were eyes golden like honey, golden as the wine that never touched his lips.

He had known her ever since he reached puberty, when strange thoughts began creeping into his prayers. Unholy thoughts that made his head spin with soft curves, with the play of light and shadow on smooth skin, with the gentle jingling of tiny bells on the village girls' ankles.

He withstood his monasticism bravely and faithfully, and became a powerful man. Oh, yes, he was so strong that none could overcome him! But she, she was not a man; he couldn't kill her, no matter how hard he tried. She entangled herself in his hair, fastened herself around his loin and his heart, and all he got when he tried to drive her out was pain and a sense of emptiness. So he surrendered.

He found her image in the Philistine women: beautiful, strange, wanton. Their long, loose hair swayed as they sacrificed incense to Baal, Dagon, and the Queen of Heaven. Their dancing around the fire at nights cast shadows as dark as her black hair, and he imagined her dancing with them. But attracted as he was to their sins, he always remained loyal to his God (out of fear, if nothing else). Always, until he met Delilah.

Delilah swept him off his feet with unimaginable force. Her wicked, silvery laughter was exactly as that other, transcendental one's. She killed his soul long before she killed his body, led him to sin and forgetting his God. So enslaved was he to her, that he ended up offering his very life to her, letting her cut away his hair. And all that time, Desire was smiling from its place deep within his heart. This was an exemplary slave.

Only when it all ended did Samson remember his God again. With a desperate prayer he brought the columns of the Temple of Dagon down on the Philistines. The last thought passing in his crushed brain was that now she must be dead, too. But Desire is immortal and childish. When its favourite toy is broken, it swiftly turns to find another.