He sat in the study
And wasted away
Thinking what he could do
That may tempt her to stay
For in dare falling prey
To her silken spy web
She injected the venom
And crawled through his head
And in dreading his fate
In the pages before him
As blank as the slate
Cleaned by those who adore him
He learned to accept
That if not but of her
He’d be masters and slaves
To the bullet of Burr