Hang on, stitching together your page...
Before we had encountered Marisand,
before the horror of his cathnid trap
you may recall I wished to hold her hand,
my feelings warm as we approached the shop.
Is it the lace that girds the doorway’s frame?
It’s cathnid silk, not simply decoration.
With arach pattern made to make your brain
defenseless facing manu machination.
Like pitcher plant that lures the bumbling bee
or muralled dome of Church of Anwyr’s apse
designed to strike us so that
are taken by the beauty of the trap.