Vampire Arachnid

The day was dim,
and the clouds were gray.
Among the shadows
the arachnids play.

A large black spider
rose from the dead.
It had sharp fangs
that dripped bright red.

It fed on the animals
that walked the land.
A venomous sting
from its poison gland.

It's a fight to live
after its deadly attack.
Time stands still
and the soul turns black.

There is no escaping
the silent kill.
A blood-sucking spider
and a sudden chill.

Its eyes glow red,
Its approach unheard.
It crept up behind
an unknowing bird.

It grasps its prey
and the blood will flow.
It can crawl fast
and creep up slow.

Beware the spider
that haunts the night.
Its curse is your death
when it pinches tight.

It can't be seen
crawling on the floor,
On the wall, closet
or up the door.

This vampire crawler
of the shadow's glare.
There is no warning
when it is there.

If I were you
I'd seal the doors,
Cellophane the windows
and garlic the floors.

May you sleep well
and in safety be.
And, from the crawling dead
may you be free.