Encore of the one man show.

Salutations, Ladies and Gents
Snapshot of the soul proudly presents
for one night only, back by popular demand:
the inevitable self-destruction of a man.

The crowd gasps as they draw back the curtain
a ravishing beauty sits centre left of the stage
only recently a woman thus of deceitful age
there's no way to know but its fairly certain
this young temptress will cause a world of hurtin'.

Our hero walks on stage to centre right
poor boy doesnt even see it coming
the crowd whispers "retreat" but instead of running
he looks to her eyes and understands the use of sight
without drawing his sword, he's lost this fight.

For at a moment's glance he's lost all will
to answer questions he's been asking all his life
it wont matter if he can't make her his wife
the smart crowd understands love is a tainted pill
designed to cure all ailments but secretly intent to kill

And so ensues the required mating game
he approaches her and asks for a dance
she laughs him off but grants him another chance
poor boy cant even remember his own name
the crowd knows his sunsets will never be the same.

The scene shifts swiftly from light to dusk
she makes angels jealous when she sings
the knowing crowd is humbled in the wings
the poor boy no longer knows what to trust
his shadow starts to vanish in the dust.

The desire in him mounts and he turns restless
he's at a loss, from this point, to explain his misdeeds
the crowd understands it, better still, understands his needs
for her silhouette would turn ash rags into the best dress
poor boy never stood a chance against this temptress.

He signs over his name, his land and his god if he could
nothing of this world seems to matter,
nothing, the crowd knows, if he cant have her
and at the taste of a kiss, he's lost for good
only tatters of a man remain where poor boy stood.

There is scattered applause from out of the stands
the knowing crowd wishing they had known wrong
like hoping to change the lyrics of an unpleasant song
perhaps they hoped poor boy would be a stronger man
but there are matters of the heart men just dont understand.