Did you hear the story,
of the double – edged crime?
It’s one for all the glory,
standing the test of time.
She is known as power,
and her tale is told with a smirk,
knowing the listener cowers,
at the way it is rehearsed.
It always begins with crimson,
of blood, the listener thinks;
That had something vermilion.
And further victims she sinks,
in the depths of her beguile gaze.
Equipped with a sinister curve,
a knife? The listeners concur;
she leaves the viewer swerved.
But the tale ends thus so,
for her being meek and docile,
is her scintillating weapon forgoes,
and is none but her selfless smile.
A Weaver's Maze 