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”