He spins a web,
Of evil lies,
And then he waits,
In deepest night,
Waiting for some poor young soul,
To fall upon his trap,
And stumble in its threads,
And then it is,
That the evil beast,
Approaches its charge,
With pearly words,
Promises of riches,
Glory, fame and power,
Until at last,
The soul gives in,
And damns itself to hell.
untill the beast meets its equal... in love... and nothing the beast can do....accept..surrender total.. love never is less greedy....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there...done that...Coach