A Rose Thorn Silver

A twisted silver web that shines dark in the moonlight.
A pattern tracing over with what leaves let out the night.
A metallic coloured creature with ruby glowing eyes.
Horrid venom teeth dripping a dark purple in the light.
A ripple through the silver thread that gives a sudden jerk.
The creatures breathes to life to begin its moonlight work. Struggling for survival in waves of fierce convulsions.
The spider crawls to meet the fly, trapped in this silver cotton. Savoring the kill it is, the spider crawls a long.
The forest wind through the leaves, singing the midnight song. The spider feels the victims heart every step that he moves near.
The vibrations in the silver string betray the victims fear.
The twisted silver trap that belongs to this beast,
this monster,
this creature,
this thing of the night.
This dinning room for the grandest feast.
The victim struggles in another wave so desperate to save its breath.
The moonlight in the spider's eyes, loves this look the best.
The creature has it's patients, it's not a what, just how.
The victim awaits in terror, impending quietus now.
The spider dances with its prey, a quick and violent waltz.
Two fangs in the victims side, sends shivers to end it all.
The victim is moving slower. Its heart skips the second beat. The vibrations in the spiders web give 'way the prey's retreat.
The victim tremors slower. Its thick black eyes glaze over.
The creature weaves a blanket out over silver glowing thread. For his precious dinner guest, and humble friend.
The blanket wraps around the bite marks to it's eyes.
The curtain to this moonlit song.

Goodnight, my friend, my fly.