Bathed in tranquil moonlight,
a stage adorned with silken strands.
A tale to tell of hunger,
of passion,
of dark desire.

No whispers,
no wrenching pleas,
no tormented soliloquies.
Not yet.

A sticky plot awaiting luckless lovers,
the scene set for an unwelcome rendezvous.
Last curtain call.

Patience.

Fate’s dance will bring chaos
and glory;
triumph.
And each fragile filament will have served its final purpose.