A Treacherous Web

Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads.

The black widow before me begs to be fed.

Devious and cold, a demanding deadly trickster.

Resplendent and ravishing, but don't succumb to the whispers.

Haunting, yet refined. All attraction proves fatal.

Detrimental. Toxic. Endless warning labels.

I sift through the threads to see the fiend clearer,

Until my fingers strike glass. Alas! Only a mirror...