What intricate weaves that lace your life.
- I was lucky to escape.
Seeing the weave as the web it was.
With glistening beads,
and thread spun
like sugar.
Ensnaring those who dare to venture.
But I saw as you wove your silver lies.
- How lucky I was to escape,
Before you were to pull me apart like the insect you thought I was.
- But I am not prey,
for the manipulative spider who walks his tight rope of silver.
