I must give you fair warning as I sit here contemplating my life
That I am no artist able to cast light and shadow
with the whiskers of a brush
so, I must use words to paint you a picture  
of the inside of this broken man’s soul.

Feminine Beauty with hair of night
Seduction is your name and
Romance your contest of choice
You may deal your cards
In this game of chance called life as
I sit here alone upon the corner stool

Love peers in through the sunlit window
Glances my way and moves on as
Seduction lays out her cards of fate.

Loneliness consumes my thoughts
Though none who might observe me will see it
As my thoughts linger among the shadows of my life


None but my close friend destiny
knows of the battles that I have fought
Upon the playground of life
Some won and some lost

Sweet seduction
My heart lies broken
Trampled under the high heels
Of too many a pretty face.

So, my former sweetheart
Romance can no longer entice me
Nor your twin sister flirtation
arouse me.

Notice that I drink water and not wine
For my broken spirit, has not even the strength
To seek solace in that comforter of broken dreams
Alcohol.

With no soul
No meaning in my life
Time slips ever faster across
my lost hopes and forgotten dreams
So forgive me lovely temptress of men’s fate
If I choose to let your cards lie where you have cast them
And walk away.

Years ago, I would have stayed
and enjoyed the game
but then a sister of yours came
to rip out my heart and soul

Who was she? you ask

True love was her name.