I wrote this poem based on a previous poem I wrote in my senior year of high school. I threw it away upon writing it because it creeped me out. Looking back, I wish I had saved it because having that effect on readers is pretty powerful. I hope to convey the same feeling through this 'remake,' and hope that readers can adapt this poem in different circumstances in their own lives. A loose interpretation is ideal while reading, it is more about the essence of the poem, rather than a literal story.
A young lamb, as naïve as they go.
Blue eyes gazed upon her, craving.
The wolf whispered love,
Trust,
Honesty, she believed it true.
The spider frightened her, but she was no match,
For he dressed as a hero: The Spiderman.
Artfully woven webs intoxicated her with beauty.
Unlike any sight she had seen before, it was home.
She was comfortable in his lair.
The snake's cool voice gave her nostalgia.
The unmistakable hiss forever ringing in her ears.
Coiled around her, he vowed protection.
But the bite, oh the bite.
Loneliness is a hidden power, they know it well.
So the love turned to grief.
Beauty became disgust.
And sweet nostalgia, is now a nightmare.
She gazed upon blue eyes in a dream where naïveté ruled, and truth ceased.
It is a false illusion, but no one will know.
No one will choose to see the snake, the spider, the wolf.
They are essential tools; charm and wit,
Intelligence. To hell with it.
But I am tired, and I'll take the advice you and Frank most graciously gave me; I must sit down, I'm rocking the boat.
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