The Tangled Webs We Weave

The hunter looking for his prey took refuge on his tree waiting – waiting – she on the way? (The prey was you – the hunter – me.) The huntress looking for her prey took refuge in her bush waiting – waiting – night and day! (The prey was I, you in no rush.) Two victims crossed that single road directions: East and West Hunter, Huntress, waiting to unload! (Each waiting for the one – the best.) The Hunter’s arrow found the heart prey’s blood between the hips bleeding, bleeding – poisoned dart! (The prey still prayed – from dying lips,) The Huntress flung her snagging net confused her helpless mark spinning, twisting – the trap was set. (Quiet, he lay waiting for the dark.) By black of night, you bled to death the arrow piercing through, and I, the Hunter, lie still, no breath. (Entangled in the web of you.)