Fallen Rogue......Entry Into Contest, Act 1 Scene 1

He sits and mourns and weeps within the Willow trees. A sodden forlorn form, alone in his own company. bemoaning fate as destiny's joke. While keeping in his cups. An addled mind won't show the truth of how he was taken in by a trollop. Immune he thought his senses be to the wiles of a womens ways. For was he not the one who always had his heart intact at the end of the day? But sly as night her temptations were. With each smile and bat of an eye. Her gowns were designed to tease a glimpse. Of what lay beneath when she disrobed at night. She coyly watched from behind her fan as he went slowly insane. With a need to kiss her red rose lips an add her to his fame. He bet all the men at his Club that he'd have her in a fortnight. They gladly took his wager, cheering on that she'd put up a fight. He took her riding in Hyde Park and to the theaters and brunch. Presented her with diamond pins, ruby eardrops, necklaces and such. She played the game so cunningly with smiles and gentle touches. Unspoken promises of passionate nights. She had him in her clutches. Then came the night that she gave in. Not once did he think of bets while in her bed. No, the mighty Rogue was well and trapped. His heart new it was love before his head. He lied to his chums and paid dearly. For he could not publicize it so. he loved the woman more than money. His ego he let take a heavy blow. He lavished his first and only fiance with all she could ever want. Money to buy her wedding trousseau and a home on West Hillary Blunt. It was a sad day for all mankind when he stood alone at the alter. She was already half way to Paris, France. His new found faith in love began to falter. How could he, The Rogue Supreme, have fallen when he should have been dallying? He was tempted by fates first taste of trust. Brought low by loves sweet calling\center> "Act one Scene one" contest Placement: 4th place