Try as he might, she plays him still...
The truth, evident. Denied with a will.

The good men are few, yet he is one.
And he worshiped her as some do the sun.

Dead as a stone, she toys his heart.
He refuses to see her tear him apart.

His passion loud as roaring thunder.
For him I hope they get torn asunder.

A coterie of men, for her, behave.
God forbid she make him a slave.