Strings of silk shimmer bright on this, our moonlit scene. You spin your circles and bat your eyes while never speaking what you mean. How many men have you caught up within your intricate web of lies you speak so sweetly as their pulse does race And you drain them of their life Venom drips from around your lips As you surround fools with fallacy. and for but a moment I pity them as they do not see the truth I see. That you are nothing more than a spider masquerading as a queen.
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