The Sycophant's Game

It's a poem

She's fallen and can't get up,

She'd been let down, with no more luck.

What is there left for a girl or boy,

Who lies there broken like her favorite toy?

You see this poor girl fell,

she fell from so high,

but you might ask, "what was she doing up in the sky?"

The answer, and the question, are one and the same.

She got caught up in a sycophant's game.

The man she met, behind the grave,

eight dozen flowers to her he gave,

he made her love him oh so fast,

and soon her heart was set in an iron cast.

They danced together,

her heart so young.

She felt the joy,

streaming from her like the rays of the sun.

But then the evil man closed the knot,

he tightened the noose,

he left her there and soon forgot.

He knew that for him love was a ruse,

yet he bought her so close,

Her heart, he caught.

and she did just what he could not.

She loved him.

She loved him, she loved him, she loved him.

And now, many years, days, and breaths have passed her by,

and, dear reader, she's ready to die.

Her sun is blotted out,

No more stars in her sky,

But just before she takes the plunge,

A new man comes from behind the grave,

a flower in his hand and a heart that beats in vein.

She's lead once again into the sycophant's game,

and once again to be showered in pain.