I Am the Helpless, Winged Fly Whose Thirst

I am the helpless, wingéd fly whose thirst For nectar draws me close to your steel cell Where once imprisoned, death drapes me. The first I’m not to fall beneath your binding spell For many men have tried your kiss to drink, But sadly, such a kiss them did enwrap With slumb’rous poisons, so that they did sink Within death’s abyss. You’re the Venus trap, The beast whose luring nectars lovers draw, Tormentor whose first weapon is your sweets, Whose second is the power of your jaw, And all the poison that your heart secretes! Of your dark deeds, to others, I’ll impart So they won’t be allured to your black heart! © 2013 Gleb Zavlanov