Come, taste my love
At night I prove myself
And my own mistress be
Maker of your destiny Threads of light Niti svetlosti
That blind the sight
Forming bonds that hold you fast
Trapped inside my maze at last
Designing dreams upon what seems
To pounce upon my helpless prey
And lead their bloodless minds astray
Scream my song !
It spreads along
Throws my webs across the earth
To seal your fates, in death, in birth
Conceive my dance
Bourne by chance
Inward, outward, on the winds
Working patterns from both ends
Come, taste my love
In view I move
Breathe life into my tapestry
For every opened eye to see
Me, within my web ...
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