Make of it what you will.
It was words that took it all from me
Words that tore my world apart
Words that drove me to this misery
It was words that left an empty heart
I could have never guessed or ever thought
Lines on paper cleverly bent
Could have such devastation wrought
To leave my life so completely spent.
What a price paid for the lesson learned
Of the power and scope of little words
No fires of hell have ever burned
With half the malice of deceitful words
The French Knight