As a Spider to a Fly

Sleep o bumbling fool.
You have stumbled into my clutches,
and even if you awaken
from your sweet dreams
-- duly shaken
-- in horrid realization
-- of thy mortal doom

You will readily note
my enchanting courteous company
and forsake thy mind screaming self-preservation
from my sweet, sweet, smile.
-- duly conditioned
-- in complete remission
-- to thy princely chivalry and edict

So go on, my slumbering fool
Gaze with dreaming or wakeful eye
and tarry with me in bliss
from sweet ignorance or submission
-- duly you kiss
-- in total abyss
-- of thy enslaved soul.

© 1998

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