If Cupid’s arrow creates love,

He must have a cousin whose arrows

Cause pain, shock, horror, and sorrow—Betrayal. For the victim,

He can’t understand what changed so

Suddenly. The one standing befo’

Him is no longer the one he knew.

With a throbbing, bleeding heart,

He reaches out to her, recalling

Memories, speaking in choking

Whispers. How could that mean so

Little to her? The shock of the

Revelation leaves him reeling—guh!

Were that a bullet had pierced him through!

A bullet would be easier

To handle than this, for at least

He wouldn’t have to live with the beast

That tears at him from within. How great

His despair! She was his friend,

His confidante, his lover to the end—

Or so he’d thought. She had used him.

She laughs at his pain, mocks his tears.

The Traitor’s icy arrow has dealt the

Lethal blow.

What they once had lies buried in the snow.

How cold can you be to treat a man so?