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The Spider
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DEAD MEMORY
Stuck in a complex, symmetrical web,
the giant spider twitches its dark tentacles
and glistens its fangs with dew
which beads through the sticky tapestry,
remniscent of a dank night asleep.
The child now cries for mother, but alas,
soon victim of the hungry hug of
demonic dexterity, the living coffin wraps
silence with a silk blanket and pierces
poison into the plump veins. The spider
quickly quiets whatever comes its way.
Another evocation of horror
Another evocation of horror with the powerful language of your Symbolist style. I really admire this, and now I understand, more fully, your comment on my spiderweb poem---which, apparently, I was working on when you posted this great poem.
Starward