A spider walking
Working
Spinning a trap
To ensnare a thing of beauty
Strains shining in the
Light cast by a fading moon
Death dressed as art
It flutters near
The object that cause the obsession
That drove a heartless being
To weave art of death
Flutters near
Enthralled by its beauty
The trap closes on the life
The artist moved
Drawn to its prize
As it nears it s-l-o-w-s
Admiring the beauty
Then this killer gave its obsession
A thing that was never thought of before
Its life
The artist’s time
The predator’s heart
The spider watches
For a time
Then goes back to work
Fixing the master piece
Of the beautiful death
Waiting for one not so fragile
Waiting to ensnare one such as it
So the spider works in the
Fading light.
Author notes
Just a new style for me
Written September 5th, 2006
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interesting choice of topic. i love the way you turned something so simple, and often annoying, into a work of art.
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this is very good
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This is increadalble. Taking the everyday spider web and spider, things only noticed by the archnophobic and turning them not only into poetry but very good poetry at that.
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