When She Makes the Devil Blush

He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens withholding its dazzling stars The voice of Mr. & Mrs. Hart resonating within the walls of his sightly chamber Reminding him why this marriage will be transient like the bewitching waves of the ocean "Her fruit of the womb is stale with one already." Mr. Hart had said "She's a bed nomad." Mrs. Hart lending vocal pillar to support him Came last week, fate stirred the hornets nest - His suspicion confirmed, seeing Michael welding hands with Jessica under the uncladded heaven. His Suspicion backed by visual proof. His wife was cheating while under his roof "I will maim him and my wife. In fact slay him and he'll die". Thoughts bursting open the skull In the dead of the night, an upgraded pillow talk broke out "I saw you! You've been cheating and ing him! Move out of my house tomorrow morning" "OK. It's cool. It's not as if your pinky-finger ever did me any good I'm tired of the shammed moaning and ******." She retorted Her slam of doors startled the sun and made it rise with mourn. Bags leaving - Footsteps hurrying - Doors slamming! "Keep the child. I'm not training anybody" He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens When she left without a goodbye to her daughter - Raven.