You lie and wait in your web of lies
Ensnaring beauty to tantalise
Any unfortunate soul who flies
Too close and they’re done
Too soon they are gone
I see your eyes upon me taunting
I will no more allow this haunting
Striking fear into my wife
Now, monster, I end your life!
“Please honey, cut the poetry and just get rid of the thing.”
“Sorry dear… Gone now. Any thoughts?”
“That you’re my brave spider-slaying knight of course!”
“I meant about the poem…?”
“Oh, that, well sure it was nice sweetie.”
I sigh. I’m wasted as a dependable husband. Were I really a knight, maidens would go mad for this.