The Act

Nothing hurts more than to know
that all of it was just a show
the curtains were raised, he saw his stage
and voila, the crowds began to roar

It was the thrill, and not his skill
that made him play the role he did
The name, the fame, he had no shame
to have taken her heart and played a game

The lights came on, he sang his song
of love and all it's glory
She should have known, he wrote the script
and to him this was all just a story

He pranced around to the lively sound
music that filled the hall
an act so deceitful and so betraying
She had never predicted the fall

Every hero has a tragedy
Every tale has an end
Her hero ended up to be her tragedy
A broken tale with no hope for mend

The credits rolled in, the cast lined up
their bows they took and the flowers gathered at their feet
She looked on at him from behind the wings
The actor in him, a role he'll keep.