i was naught but a moth seeking the light only to find myself ensnared in her web

the more i struggled against the bonds that held me the tighter they wrapped themselves

soon all that was left of the me that had once flown so freely through the warm summer air

was a dessicated shell that more resembled the me that crawled across the limbs for succor

and she soon forgot the tuft of web that once held dreams and hopes and needs and life

her many eyes stared off towards the same light that once called to me as she waits patiently

another lover another meal another diversion would find the silken strands of her need

in the end that is all any of us would ever be to her as we sit forgotten out of sight

her many limbs gracefully skittering across the invisible net that hangs soft upon the breeze