A spider spins by warm moonlight
Words up in silk, hung overnight
A knife hangs here, an affair draws near
Some fears fade fast, some grow quite clear
She writes the lines to spare his hyde
So a fat pig lives, whereas others died
One test is won, one deed is done
But every path costs another one
Now papa goes out, again with his axe
In search of new meat to fill in the lack
A small lesson learned: love leaves a mark
But a lifetime of thread can't hold off the dark
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| Image by Garth Williams |
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Pikthall is a writer.