a sonnet

The stories her heart reluctantly told
Were nothing more than a clever guise
Meant for him to expose his hand and fold.
Darling, she's tricked you with her glass spun eyes.

Mouth full of cigars, head full of fool's gold,
Falling in love with deceitful disguises -
Well, a gentleman has never been so sold.
He thinks he's well aware that sighs hide lies.

The clasp of her locket something he holds
dearly, nearly the reason for his highs,
Understanding his treason is too cold -
Betrayal is the swiftest way to die.

He laid under the decay she would sow,
Buried by all the facts he didn't know.