A many splendored thing
Shattered in pieces and scattered about;
While a heart bleeds profusely anguish speaks out.
How did this happen was he not a good man?
Are we watching him dying from here where we stand?
As blood flows in crimson from the cut of her knife;
Betrayed and abandoned by a woman called wife.
In another man’s arms she slips out of sight;
She did what she had to because she wants him tonight.
Struggling to get up from the place where he fell;
He remembers those words “created in hell”