Spider
Spider in its web of being,
Eight eyes, glancing, all seeing,
Fangs to poison my mortal soul,
Red markings, colour of coal,
Spider dance upon my pyre,
Hourglass shine, glow afire,
Strike my mind with fangs unsheathed,
Upon my soul you start to feed,
Now become victim of the widow,
My soul withers, darkened window.
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