Spyder

I can hear the echo
Of his heels on the pavement
Hollow as his gaze
Boring into my mind.

He looks at me with-
Is it love in his eyes?
He says it is so,
But do I believe?

I hold his hand inside mine
Blues and greens war for me
Betwixt rings of gold and grey
Drawing me into his enchantment.

He is a sorcerer of grave consequence
To win my heart
So little and he became entangled
Caught inexplicably in my affections.

He holds me as a Spyder a fly-
Drawing me with a place to rest
A place from which I cannot escape
One in which he wraps me about
in silken threads of my own design.

I struggle, but in the end I change
No longer am I a fly- prey to his kind
I've become a Spyder, one of his own
And take my place by his side.