Miss Belvedere

Miss Belvedere, with her dark magic web,
Moves and grooves in chastity.
Her lair, a mystery, where she hones, where she deceives,
And when she sees me, I fall completely.

Anger and despair, she holds so much power in her charms.
Her webs and armory, like shoulders’ arms,
Shoots me down with precision,
Piercing my wavering decisions.

Still I’m here, alas, breathing,
Yearning to be set free,
Like sailors lost in the Aegean Sea.
Caught in the tides of her threads, her whispers, her snares.

Miss Belvedere, I plead,
Please release me from this tangled decree.