The Narcissist's Web

The Web

He spends his days in hot pursuit
Of prey he hunts for glory
The spider spins his web of lies
And marvels at his story.

He has no moral compass
To refer to as he spins.
He weaves the fabric of his life
To cover up his sins.

His only aim is finding one
Who buys his little Fable.
The spider seeks to hide his net,
Then uses it to disable.

Welcome to his lacy lair
With its seductive beauty.
And if the mesh entraps your soul,
He thinks he’s done his duty.

He’ll watch you dangle in the strands,
Content, he’ll start to grin
Then walk away, his work complete,
Another web to spin.



Lynn ©2004