There was a game she didn't know
she was playing.
It was subtle - a game of trickery and silver tongues;
                                                                                             a magic trick.

In one hand and out the other.

Her moves were innocent,
made in the name of friendship and understanding.
A big heart,
                       a warm soul,
                                                an easy target.
The magician smiled - sharp and bright - and proceeded to saw her in half.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

she stumbled, she bled, she tripped and she fell.
she didn't win the game -
                                                didn't even place.
She got distracted by the smooth talking wolf in a tuxedo and cape.

I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.

                                               Game over.
                                                 You Win.
                            She limps off stage and is forgotten.