the queen of the rose 14

even as the web is its prowess- i the spider
has found that its thread is a weakling
to the devices of stronger predatorship,you the prowler
is pouncing and feasting on my greatest of strengths

is my web fit to hold the ferouciousness of a lion
if i had wools stronger to bound a cage
perharps i would have trapped you into my bosom
where you will become my prey of passion

but silk is not solidified into a severe lockage
it is simple only to contain straying winged ones
and that whom my heart houses her desire
shall escape unloved from my catchment of love

when we are now both in the season fo death
i would have been mourning forlon as a spider
whose sinew is deficient to detain its heartthrob
that he watches daily as each dull day dies