A Turning Man Poem by Wicha Surin

There was a time when I heard the wind,
whistling in a sorrowful song of sin,
during the time of war that began,
from a lustful heart within a man.

Once he called for peace like a priest,
who wanted to do only good deeds,
and push evil greeds in the bottomless sea.
But when power come for him to seize,
where were his good deeds gone?

A wise man once beloved by people,
can be a blindfolded living soul,
by the seduction of a succubus,
who gave him more and more lust,
and busted away his own pride.