he came and wrapped her in gilded sinister
she became his shattered castle
while he wove her in his webs
and he seeded his lies like garlic
in the garden of betrayal
he bid his spiders suck her marrow
only then did he crack a smile
while he prepared for his final blow
so she rent her roots and left him
let him spin his chaos songs
let him twist in akathisia
let him harvest derelict dreams
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