The Vicar to the Actress

Watched you take on all the men,
saw you conquer them and tame.
The strange old boards you tread,
in a bid for love and fame.

I felt strangely un-aroused,
as arousals grew and grew.
For the end to this here flick,
a conclusion we all knew.

So pick up your dress and pride,
exit stage there o’er the left.
From a life that stops the heart,
void of meaning and bereft.

For I never will exploit
your good nature once again.
I’m the Vicar to your Actress,
you’re the pleasure to my pain.

Realise my mortal fear,
a vision of the wraith.
I walked away alone,
with nothing left but faith.