The spider sees its prey,
a tired little butterfly
needing rest and comfort.
He hides in the shadows,
awaiting her arrival.
She lands in his web,
unaware of the danger.
The spider emerges,
welcoming with open arms,
whispering sweet lies.
He says, "Rest now my love,
in the morning you will be
rested and ready to fly."
She drifts into a slumber,
she'll never wake from again.
The threads tie and bind,
his prey dies tonight,
in sweet silence.
Author notes
"In your web
The threads entangle
Your prey is dead -
Dyed in silence"
-Tristania "Cure"
*shrugs* I tried.
Have fun judging.
A contest entry
- ♪♫ Music Quote Inspiration ♫♪ by Rock-Junkie.
400 points, ended April 24, 2008, 6 entries
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good job.
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thanks.
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its good, i really like it.
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thank you!
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for trying, you did a good job. it's different than what Im use to seeing. and it goes along with the quote well.
great job and good luck
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thanks.
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