She spins her web of silver & lace, she watches, she looks, she silently waits.
She shall draw you in with infinite grace, with eyes as blue as the robin's breast,and deep and dark as the fathomless sea.
Patience is her virtue, insanity her plea.
Her truth is but a shadow, her smile a red lie, kiss me she whispers, kiss me and die.
Watch out for her, young man--he hears not my cry.
There is no love but that for her need.
No words but her own.
My warnings go unheeded.
Searching, seeking, he moves forward, torn as the ocean waves are called to shore.
Watch out for her, young man, she'll steal your breath and bleed you dry
When she's done, she'll wrap you in silver and lace
And kiss your face...
Oh why...
copyright 2004, all rights reserved, by Michelle Bailey
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