In tranquility she patiently waits,
For that which she loves,
Or that which she hates.

Yet she spins her web with such gentle care,
and then settles in for the waiting there.

Ever the culprit with keen prediction
   She plays the victim with 
            great conviction.                             

Breezes blow –
                        to and fro –
          And so the web may sway.
Yet she remains 
just the same
            should she go or stay.

There is no “Mia Culpa”
 in the way she lives.
It just is what it is
        So she takes what he gives.

Cue the tragic actor looking to restart.
Secretly he knows he is dying for his part.

Provar-
To prove himself 
he tries and tries
While seemingly blameless 
she silently lies.

Ever the victim refusing to depart,
He plays the culprit while giving up his heart.

So she lets him play.
   As she knows he will,
until the moment comes
          when she drinks her fill.