gossamer the threads she grows
unspoken words in rainy rows
the message meant for you alone
decipher what you yearn to know

couriers in colored air
woven into molten hair
tired for you she has grown
take the quarry you've ensnared

phosphorescent eyes of night
watching you in this your plight
new pictures on her skin she's sewn
the time is gone for senseless flight

dim the brightest reveries
distort the darkest revelries
no listening ear will heed the groan
your end entombed in filigree