Like a spider I build my trap
Oh mere man, you unsuspecting sap
soon I'll have you in you in my lap
No one will no of your mishap

Many clever devises have I
Long brown hair and eyes that lie
Soft curves whisper a low sigh
My web encloses your last cry

Some call it love, I call it greed
This all encompassing deep need
I ask no reason for this deed
But let my own black heart lead