She weaves her web with utmost care,
Sticky bridges to despair.
Promising connections deep,
Provides instead a waking sleep.
Make-up tips, the perfect dress,
Flawless image, all success.
Comparison her venom sweet:
Facebook, Instagram and Tweets.
Other victims cannot move,
Sultry scenes become a groove.
Flashing screens throughout the night
Wrapping up her quarry tight.
Where is the star of Eärendil,
Lighting truth of what fulfills?
Or Sting to stab her deep within,
And hack the web of silent sin?
