A Puppeteer in Spider's Web

A manipulator of will meets a beautiful, but deadly creature.

He uses and abuses and only plays to conquer
Her venom solely matched by grace, she is a gorgeous monster
He loves to tie his victims up and leave 'em high and dry
Her prey she likes to play with, a spider catching flies
He controls their lives and they dance for his delight
She spins her web around the fools too entranced to fight

They meet perchance one sullen evening
His last toy cracked, her meal still bleeding
He spots a doll of heaven's lore
Gliding on the porcelain floor

He can't believe his luck to find
A gorgeous pet to hurt and bind
She drops a strap to show some skin
And works her hips to draw him in

Out the corner of her eye, she spies her food slithering closer
With wire wrapped on fingertips, he grins as he approached her
"May I have this dance," he asks with superficial charm
She nods to the stranger, unaware he means her harm

He ties the strings around her wrists
She hides the blade inside her fist
And thus the twisted games began
She obeys his hands commands

He dips her rough, and twirls her hard
She fakes the tears, and licks the scars
But as their painful play persists
The less his new puppet resists

He admits to falling for her, thought she fit him like a glove
Confessing all his secrets to this fabricated love
Soon she knows his every thought, predicts his every movement
Still she bends where he directs merely for her amusement

She dreams to drain him dry, and lay her eggs inside his chest
And then reveal her fangs to him, and hang him up for death
His fingers cause her to contort, her body leans in close
A love bite to his neck injects a lethal venom dose

The dance comes to an end when he feels pain near his heart
His doll sneers at him viciously with teeth of a shark
He sinks to his knees due to something inside scratching
She frees her wrists from wire, asking, "Can you feel them hatching?"

The puppeteer falls prey to his own sick game
Strung up by his own strings, stinging with shame 
Yanking on the cables, straining to escape
As she spins her web around him, he fears it's far too late 

He begs for her to cease this new monstrous behavior
She ignores his whimpers, whispering, "It's in my nature"
"But you were my salvation, not the source of my demise!"
She just shakes her head and abandons her disguise 

Knowing every lie he'd try to say before a word was spoken 
Reading him like lines to plays without any emotion
Dismissing the desperate final words of a coward
She drools from her thoughts of him being devoured 

Throat caught between sharp chelicerae
Choked until he goes crystal eyed
Crying tears of crimson drops
She bites until his breathing stops

But just before his bones give way
He has one last trick to play
He fuses web and puppet wire
With his own heart-felt desire

Fangs pierce his brain, he lays dead where he dangles
But the soul-possessed string comes to life and entangles
The predator in angel's skin who preyed upon his heart
A binding web of hate ensures they'll never be apart

Reviews

[The Witness]

Wow. This is amazing. Crazy but amazing. Beautiful as well. God Bless, keep it up!

[Tory Steller]

I'm glad that you think its amazing and beautiful, but what's crazy about it?

[The Witness]

Good crazy. How they both think they have won when really they are both going to die.