The Last Betrayal

She seems to take it all in stride
His ignorance of her dismay
The harpies circling overhead
Will say nothing of his wretched way

The serpent road slowly uncoils
Then a detour down twisted path
His the hovel on the left
The scene of her impending wrath

She will hear no further lie
His honeyed tongue a treachery
He has traveled far at high midnight
Singing choice songs of lechery

Still another victim in his arms
Another melting in the sun
She herself a misery
Until she finally finds her gun.