Betrayal

As moths to flame are led to self destruct,
friend’s lovers hint they wish to be admired,
with yearned-for coupling calling to conduct
imagined rites of passion, so desired.

Soon sands slip through the hourglass of time,
the siren’s song calls: now! Come be alive!
Thus merged with borrowed love, the perfect crime,
in variations pleasant to contrive.

But lightning flashes quickly and is gone,
and night no longer glows more than the day.
Attraction uses others for its pawn,
ambition burns to ashes with dismay.

True friendship bankrupt due to broken trust,
as love’s illusions quickly turn to dust.