Adultery
Thy beauty once red has turned to grey
Now appears blind, as one may clearly see
Thou strive, attempting to make a plea
Thy face has since cracked, as if it were clay
Thou have strife, and have begun to pray
Now misplaced, an old skeleton key
Thy body worn, prepared to flee
For deceit, love, they will indeed slay.
Thy beauty once shined so bright
Such beauty, any man would indeed wed
Thy beauty disbanded, now forced into flight
They have a hunger, it shall be fed
Thy face once red has turned to white
For now, my dear, thou have fallen, dead.
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