Aranea'a Destino
Silver castle - Walls of silk
The architect weaves and weeps
Light refraction -All the colours of white
The single focus in each tenuous strand
Constantly rebuilding her gossamer tapestry
Holds its body aloft - my destiny in one
Woven into each silken delicate thread
So she will sit - I am steered on
Directly into a oblivious future
Until a being breaks the design
My eight-legged friend begins again
A completely new pattern of her making
That I am fated to follow over again
Will it lead to an identical conclusion?
Or veer off course - into the unknown
It’s not my choice - she will make the decision
Weaving my destiny’s disaster within her web