Silk and Lace

He sculpts a mesh of silken thread

Like a frail and fragile lace,

Then waits and waits, and waits

And waits with hungry patience

Till she feels safe enough to spread

Her wings and take to flight.

He waits and waits, and waits

And waits with greedy patience

Till the thrill of freedom grips her

As each worry dissipates.

He waits till she draws closer

To his pretty silken snare,

Till she shuts her eyes to feel the rush

And pleasure of the air.

With a sudden lurch she opens

Her eyes to find she's stuck to

A piece of lace and still

He waits and waits, and waits

And waits with cruel patience

Till she's tangled up in sticky silk

From trying to break free.

Then he pounces, and with open jaws,

Sends venom through her veins,

Sucking out the lifeblood, leaving

Nothing but a dry and hollow husk

With shredded wings.