The Web

Act III: The Awakening

She remembered who she was, and the game changed.
Split from The Lost Art
25 lines · 125 words

The beautiful web I've spun
Out of the common English tongue
An intricate design tailor-made to mesmerize
And ensnare those unsuspecting

Catch eyes and the souls within
This maze of tangled string
As soon as you come close enough
There's no hope to flee
You've stumbled into me

Ultimate predator
When it comes to the literary

I've caught your attention now
I'm delighted in relief
A captive audience is much easier
To enchant with such word sorcery

There's something I must gain from you
My own personal treasure
Your acknowledgment, if you please
Tip your hat to my mastery

Lady in the red dress
Just entered the room
The one you couldn't miss
Not to be ignored

She's breaking down the walls
Demanding your respect