The Fallen

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The Fallen

Down by the shore of some lonely lake
she sits, head down, heart set to break.
For he that was there, one of the ones,
has fled, run away, the deed is done.
So no recourse is there left for her,
not a word nor action that may defer
the pain, heartache, and just anger
that though forewarned of this danger
by friends, she succumbed to his charm,
was left open, vulnerable to betrayals harm.
So used and abused she can but weep
yet somehow still wishes to be swept of her feet.