Bathed in tranquil moonlight,
a stage adorned with silken strands.
A tale to tell of hunger,
of dark desire.
no wrenching pleas,
no tormented soliloquies.
A sticky plot awaiting luckless lovers,
the scene set for an unwelcome rendezvous.
Last curtain call.
Fate’s dance will bring chaos
And each fragile filament will have served its final purpose.