Dexterous deceiver, clawing each direction,
Your victims left hollow or filled with infection.
An eye on each angle to perfect fright or flight,
But your evil trap will always confess to the light.
Weaved lines soon become a complex structure,
The tool of war used to enrapture and rupture.
And you bolster it attentively, night after night,
But your evil trap will always confess to the light.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 