Hangman, my version

A mystery with missing vowels and consonants Only one chance is what you’ll get To incur your acclaim and prove you're worth To enter a level of a newborn birth After your guess trounces the tale A new role player will enter the game The rope speaks truth, your word is incomplete You had your shot, now it’s solely you to blame Guesses don't work for me There is one way To find the beat of my heart Instead of the many that breaks it apart No material, no paper Just a touch of affection With a true tone of constancy That will light up my being Easy to say, easy to spell Easy to smolder in a triad of hell Two's a company, three's a crowd Any guesses won't be allowed *i**l**y