Fatal Attraction

Besotted, beguiled, bewitched, I walked outwitted and benumbed into her web of love willingly. She stared at me like a black widow sizing up her prey. What draws a moth to flirt with the flame or a nimblest fish to bite the deceitful bait? What lures a fawn to step on the snare? What heavenly bliss do fools in love seek to attain? As the moth singes in the flame and brings not its wings to steer away Nor the feisty fawn set itself free try as it may, So does he who’s smitten with love to wiggle and thrash about like the foolish fish until his last breath! He who dallies with a maiden With rue his heart is soon laden, Dabble not with this flame of love-- A firestorm from the heavens above. Slip away, oh, slip away at the first light of day! ~Form: 3 Freedom