Don't trust her, with her ivory hair,
her emerald eyes, her Mona Lisa
smile. She lures you towards her
crystalline web...don't go, she is deadly.

She fools you into thinking all is well.
She glides softly, quietly through trees,
caressing them with icy fingertips
as she passes, glistening beauty left behind.

Beautiful...but deadly. Beckoning to you
from the sky, she watches, anticipating
you'll step outside into her grasp. When you
resist, her anger burns, snaps power lines --

and you succumb to her will, one way or another.