3 July 2012
Lurking in the shadows, A beast with many eyes, Deep in the corner, Hungry for many flies.
Frozen in its place, Atop its throne of webs, It sits forever watchful, Far above the plebs.
A maniac torturer, It doesn't kill outright, Instead it let's them squirm, Dangling from quite a height.
Mistaken for a vampire, Its victims shake with fear, With its two mighty fangs, Which pierce the heart like a spear.
Paralysed from head to toe, The victims simply can't escape, As the beast sinks it's teeth, And death slips over like a drape.
Trapped inside a net of silk, The food comes reeling in, It barely ever has to work, And dinner soon begins.
The reigning king of hunters, So ominous and vile, The sneaky, evil spider, Simply waits with a smile.
The Spider • Opuss № I