• I have a spider
    Oh how it is fed
    As it sits atop
    Its delicate thread

    Threads woven
    Tangles of Design
    Almost invisible
    It being so fine

    And atop this web
    It traps its meal
    What once was free
    For it to steal

    Poisoned
    Then Hollow
    Oh such horror,
    Painfully real
    On such thread
    Stronger than steel
    On tangles of design