My anticipating heart, could be,
betraying me.

I have foreseen another encounter-
but it is not to occur.

My anticipation is misunderstood.

She is absent this eve, but-
I do learn of news!

My ears burn – rumor overheard.

It is said,
that she has divined a new player.

The trap she lays- grows ever more intricate.

The fog of war lifts-
if only slightly.

I am revealed to yet more-
of her craftiness.

I have taken this foe too lightly.
My head swims.

I advance, carefully, into Shelob’s lair.