into the spider's web.
Filled with awesome power and dread.
Crystals sparkle deep within the dark.
It was as if she had been marked as prey.
Drawn and pulled. A quarter moon
was dancing through the clouds.
Full wind within the leaves would hide
the times she cried out loud.
And he would bathe her beauty in,
just as it withered. The softest skin
was turned to paper thin. To him,
she'd only be a whim. A fancy treat
to greet him in his den.
The silence held within the well
was stifling at best. A bucket dropped.
The spider caught another female scent.
But this victim would not give him victory.
There was a strength within her eyes
that made the spider just abide.
She caught the rope and rode the rising tide.
Reaching out to touch the moon.
Stars teaching her to burn within the sky.
Untouched by human misery.
Without a reason why...
? Michaelette ?
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