In corner of cell “floats” a black spider
Eyes wide are mine…red crescent shaped other
My love lies distant, I not beside her
Matter…bends, we regard one another
Through bars of cold steel, rigid, set in stone
An icy blue moon casts raw pallid breath
I peer up at fiends web…I am alone!
Eight legs walk silent, on mission of…death
Shiny coal body, unseen by mine eye
Maddened, I so touch, silken sticky web
Shall this be the night upon which I die?
‘Tis illusion I say, gross fears so ebb
I lay back on cot, convinced of false plight
My darling distant…succumbs to first bite
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