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[arachne8x]

The Face of Temptation


I saw the sun beams catch the fire which blazed
to light your head, and heard the wind caress
your quiet words, entreating me to come
to thee despite the warnings I had heard.
Beware his striking form they said and so
your charms I try to stay, but golden light
within your eyes entices me again to hear
your offer veiled in sumptuous sounds and rhyme,
and so I find that I am bound by your
enchanting speech, spelled by the tongue of serpent.