thedarkharlequin

She was that of a bird of wonder.
Golden grace on winds so smooth.
She was that of a bird, trapped in a spiders web.
and I? I was the spider.
and I was in love.

To think that I had built a web that strong
to hold such sweet grace for even a moment.
but as I crawled across my beloved
she was thrashing and ripping apart my web

I would soon have neither her nor my home.
I was left with a choice.
Let her rip free from me
or poison and kill her.

I would like to say I took the high road
I would like to say I did the right thing
I would like a lot of things

I bit her and tried to bring her low
but she was better than I
she ripped free anyways
and left me alone and ravaged

I had put so much in to that first web
I had not enough to try again
or even repair the hole she left

So I spend my days starving
as my prey does not fit in the hole she left
and I stare at the hole she left
as a reminder on both my glory and shame

god I miss her some days