Insipid Arachnid

The insipid arachnid was making its bed.
Clusters of silk threads enclosing the bones of the dead.
Here there was no warming sacrament.
Ignominious, the lurid music spent.
Absorbed insanity is most effective
when enclosed in supernatural insight.
In an agony that's spread with the infection.
Bringing sadists to their horror of delight.
Paralyzed. Its victims hypnotized.
Desensitized by repetitious slights.
Gnawing hunger grown into
the maw of black that turns to ruby blue
as the blood of its victims is spewed
in an infinite pattern infused by the terror induced.
As their indifference turns to pain's infinity
and the insipid arachnid repeats its killing spree...

? Michaelette ?

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