She moves with grace, speed and stealth.
Her beauty leads you in,
Like a honey bird to nectar.

A solitary creature,
Forever having to be alone.
She can’t let anyone in;
For it’s in her nature to destroy it all.

As she moves along in falls warm day,
Another spots her.
He sees her beauty,
He sees her grace
What he doesn’t see is the downfall written all over her face.

This one is different.
It’s as if she were an open book
And he had already read ever page.

The mantis lets down her guards,
For once in her life she can be happy for herself.
But she is a solitary creature.
Not one for having another.
Instincts take over,
And she destroyed it all.

She moves with grace, spend and stealth.
Her beauty leads you in,
But all others know
Never fall for the mantis.