by Nick Gisburne
Her venom is as deadly as her heart
My friend, my foe, my nemesis, my love
She tangles twisted threads, a witch’s art
And wraps her web around me from above
Abducted as her victim, as her mate
I face a fear no mind has ever known
Within her dark embrace, I find, too late
The knowledge I may never wake alone
She freezes every fibre with a glance
A face of cold, impenetrable steel
Imprisoned in a terrifying trance
I understand my fate is all too real
Her voice could crack the mountains of the sea
But all she wants, for now, is toast, and tea
