As the sky grows violet
Thing nocturnal appear
The world grows violent
Day creatures fill with fear
This spider comes alive
In the quickening night
Under the moon he`ll thrive
As his dark silk starts to write
In a web of darkness
Steadily he makes toiling progress
Spinning his creation from nothingness
Underneath Luna`s kiss
The web is primed
The fabric is spun
Strings are rhymed
None are undone
Prepared to capture
Any who venture
Into the black haze
Of this spiders maze
Composed By: A. D.
