T’was a cold grey wet day;
When the rain came tumbling down;
That brought old memories of a man;
That turned her smile upside-down
The truth had became a reality,
A bitter pill to swallow
A path of lies and deception
That left her heart now filled with sorrow
He declared to be an honourable man
Yet honour was not his name
For he lead a secret sordid life
Where manipulation became his game
He played the game, like game of Chess
Calculated, cunning yet sweet
Quietly moving from square to square
Taking pleasure in each defeat
Gloating with each new conquest
The moral high ground he took
Yet little did he know
That's how he become unhooked!!!
He never considered a smarter play
He never considered it at all
When faced with looking at the truth
His defence would crumble and fall.
Left with few options
Rejection his final attack
Eliminate all existence
Backbone he certainly lacked.
Patience now the new player
Time will determine his fate
His tactics no longer sharp
Shortly it she'll have checkmate!!!
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