She weaves the enigmatic tapestry,
thread by thread to a grand fullfillmet
and lures me in with her mysterious smile and
mystical eyes.
The spirit about her intrigues me
and makes me curious
so that I want to run to her with speed.
Cunning.
Smiles can be deceiving,
but the enchantress seems sincere
in her ways.
Weaving for all eternity and pulling me
into her quilt of sickness.

©1999 Michael A. Casares