In the shadow of his dreams
He wears on his smile
Lust without longevity, soft screams
Veils of gentleman guile

A pair of dead eyes holds in place
A cold heart and two warm arms
Alive but absent in space
Of the deception of courting charms

But flirting with the naive
Quickly enough, if not tragic...
An ambush she couldn’t believe
By romance and its alleged magic

The story comes to a close
Conquered and blown out
A candle amongst echos
Just another notch he endowed