Welcome to the Dark Side

A victim of his wicked torture,

She has fallen out of Grace.

A victim to her flesh,

She longs for a can of mace.

It was,

Never supposed to be this way…

She longed for the return,

Of a happy, brighter day.

He stripped her,

Of all of her protection,

And found a place in her heart,

Only to turn away in rejection.

Rejection.

A despicable word.

She hated it with a passion –

A vengeance left unheard…

Until…one day,

She saw him there,

Across the street,

With the next one he would bare.

So, what could she do,

But lure him away?

Her seductive smiles gave him promises,

Of a practiced lay.

She nearly laughed,

At his electric reaction.

He dumped the bimbo,

For instant satisfaction.

She led him back to the bed,

He had been in so many times before.

She made sure that he was ready,

And quickly walked out the door.

His breathing was ragged,

As he stumbled for the hall.

The technique she used had nearly killed him,

But she didn't care at all.

She had left him blue –

High and dry,

Without release,

And wanting to cry.

He growled in frustration,

At the thought of being denied,

And a note on the dresser gleamed,

'Welcome to the Dark Side.'

- Yabou