...a delicate red web
She now slowly drapes
Whilst angst and pain
drape across my face...

...A delicate red spider
She now slowly drops
Whilst baiting my sorrow
and my heart all but stops...

...A delicate drop
of red mist now flows
shines red on my finger
and the end of my nose...

...A delicate smell
sweet death of a rose
the scent of my soul
now gently exposed...