I saw you once

I saw you twice

And then I was in love

But  it could not be

And it should not be

And it was so tough

There hangs a spider in the windowsill,

The warden of the web.

His silken tapestry of soft seduction

Becomes a trembling turmoil of destruction.

He kills, he eats and takes a nap

And when he slowly awakes, he is ready again to kill.