She weaves her web in her woeful wont
Encircling my lily neck
Her woeful cries they tease and taunt
Seducing my mind to a wreck
Exploiting my every desire
Her tentacles trickle their potion
My life has become her sweet pyre
Havoc etching my every emotion
She ogles and leers drawing her plan
Lusting to fully consume me
Laying traps since her frolic began
Paralyzing with her noxious perfume
Oh where has gone my salvation,
Have I now been fully abandoned?
Bring me back to my first invitation
I sit deserted here in this randan
Where remains my deliverer?
I yet slip into oblivion
I so badly need healing rivers
Lest she complete my extermination
My collar bears this noose yet tighter
Every moment she chants forth my end
I need my knight, my champion fighter
His angels battle for me as my friend
It shall end soon – to be His or hers
Me the prize for which they battle
Broken and shattered, is it what they prefer?
A once lovely spirit now chattel
I hope it ends soon.