He was the ladies’ man, the avatar of slick

Untouchable, yet always desired

A perfect player, a girl in every port

That man never missed a trick

Seducing all without a care for one

He found fulfillment in emptiness

Stealing their hearts, their souls

All for his vanity, all in the name of fun

Until one day he met her: Perfection

Standing upon a sheer ravine’s edge

Resplendent in all the world’s glory

A light drawing out his ultimate direction

For once, love called to his black heart

But he only knew a single path

A hesitant stride toward the brink

Knowing he was doomed from the start

And so knowing the destiny he had to face

He fell, breaking both callousness and pride

Realizing by the end, being the false gentleman

Had always put him one step short of true grace