Below the spider's woven web,
I sit and wait with glee.
To watch the flies amuses me -
I dine off misery!
First the catch and then the fangs:
The coffin spun from silk.
The blood is drained, and I'm deranged -
I drink the drops like milk!
The spider peers with poisonous eyes -
He knows me rather well;
He'd like to end my twisted game
But if he tried and fell
I'd pick his legs off one by one
And pluck those starless eyes.
I'd eat the body, hair and all,
Then save those tasteless flies.
Ben, my good man. This is going straight in my favourites. You have outdone yourself here. Great imagery, dark and horrific. Stephen King would quiver at this. The meter, as is now expected from you is exquisite - Like a twisted lullaby. Go on, try and sleep now little children! *laughs manically!*