There is no damsel in distress here.
I prefer to be referred to as the Maiden of Madness.
Weary of my ways, as you should be, you keep your distance. You watch me from afar like you are sizing up your prey.
A dark laugh resonates from a deep place in my gut.
But I let you play your part because its simply the way of the world.
Your futile attempts to harness a power much greater than your own are cute and amusing, but it’s a battle you’ve already lost.
Surely your subconscious tried to warn you as your steps brought you closer to me…
As a black widow in this life, I let you dance for me. I let you woo me with your charm–only to swallow you up in my web.
We’ve all got our place in the world.
I was born a child of chaos and from such I forged a life.
With only one goal in mind…
To find the similarity between a raven and a writing desk.
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