Post by Tin Man on Aug 22, 2005 10:48:54 GMT -5
Woe upon the spider
I set down beside her,
Weaving my web of words;
For faster than a snap,
I fell in my own trap,
Giving myself a curse.
I told her a story
Of prowess and glory
As proof that I fared well.
I told her this one fib
And thought myself so glib;
Now, I suffer in hell.
For this miniscule lie
She had read to imply
She was free for romance.
I never would have thought
She would take such a shot
Should some heart beg a dance.
Oh yes, a man she met,
Though not in person yet,
But I fear that comes soon.
Oh why did I so lie?
For now I only cry;
He too may bring the moon.
So as you can well see
I deserve no pity.
This bed I claim, I made.
I wove it by myself,
This lacy, sticky shelf;
Here I fade to a shade.
I set down beside her,
Weaving my web of words;
For faster than a snap,
I fell in my own trap,
Giving myself a curse.
I told her a story
Of prowess and glory
As proof that I fared well.
I told her this one fib
And thought myself so glib;
Now, I suffer in hell.
For this miniscule lie
She had read to imply
She was free for romance.
I never would have thought
She would take such a shot
Should some heart beg a dance.
Oh yes, a man she met,
Though not in person yet,
But I fear that comes soon.
Oh why did I so lie?
For now I only cry;
He too may bring the moon.
So as you can well see
I deserve no pity.
This bed I claim, I made.
I wove it by myself,
This lacy, sticky shelf;
Here I fade to a shade.