The Turning Of The Page
There was joy and celebration.
A passionate honeymoon,
but when it was over,
it was over far too soon.
The promises he made,
sacred vows he'd spoken,
in a moment of lust,
became twisted and broken.
And the sweat dripped down,
as the pages were turned,
the lights were all out,
but the fires raged and burned.
In the midst of the passion,
she walked right in.
Seeing what she saw,
the room began to spin.
She had given him her hand,
she had given him her life,
she had given him her body,
she had been his loyal, loving wife.
The betrayal laid bare,
for all to see, complete.
Two adulterous lovers,
lying naked on the sheets.
It was written on the wall,
it was blazed across the sky.
With a knife in her hand,
pure hatred in her eyes.
And the blood ran down,
as the pages were turned,
now the truth was out,
for her vengeance she yearned.
She hacked and slashed,
until the morn had come,
and the dawning light,
revealed the thing she'd done.
Then the law walked in,
to them not a word was said.
She was led away in shackles,
the bloodied pair lay dead.
And the tears ran down,
as the pages were turned,
the gavel rang out,
for the life that she'd earned.
