Beneath a moonlit sky, the ballroom gleams,
With silken gowns and masks, a vibrant scene.
A waltz begins, a symphony of dreams,
While whispers dance, unseen, a hidden sheen.
But in the shadows, where the darkness lies,
A queen of silk and venom takes her stand.
Her eyes, like emeralds, glint with cruel surprise,
A web of power spun across the land.
Her silken gown, a tapestry of night,
Embroidered with the secrets of the soul.
Each thread a snare, each bead a wicked light,
To lure the foolish, and to take control.
The masquerade, a dance of fear and grace,
As Spider Queen, she weaves a deadly lace.
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Author:
Dove (Pseudonym) (
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A good tale Dove.
Awe, Thanks for stopping by.🎃😁😍
I don't think I particularly wish to be introduced to her; but just to mention that not all arachnids are mean and nasty, provided we keep a mutually acceptable distance....
Beautifully rendered sonnet, Dove.
Thanks Dave, I was inspired by a Photo.. I will try to upload it.
Is that her photo? You have interfered with my dreams... I've always thought of breasts as kind, warm and friendly..... but more importantly the owner of them....I'm not....
Sonnets seem to be all the rage these days .. it seems like lots of things they glide in and out of vogue .. I love to see and read them as a rule and this one both looks and reads so prettily despite the ever so tongue in cheeky spooky content .. I am even tempted to maybe craft one myself .. perhaps .. Neville
Awesome, I hope I get to read your sonnet. Thanks again Dear Neville.😍💜🎃
Wonderful words Dove.
Andy
Thanks again Andy!💜💜💜
Timely and graceful. Nice work.
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