More spiders
I am a young fly trapped in a spider's web of white. He wrapped me up well; so snug, and so tight. He did not want me but wouldn't set me free. Plus, the fragile white web was far to perfect to flee.
The web danced in the breeze and was covered in dew. I must admit, I was drawn to it; distracted as I flew.
Now I am caught, feeling stuck day by day. I can not seem to get loose, I am to wrapped up to stray.
That spider was necromantic, long, and dark. As a simple fly, I was not distinctive, and carried no mark.
The spider keeps me around till something better comes along. And when I grow weak it is me doing wrong.
That spider will feed off me when he sees fit. Could there be something about me that will not let him quit? It has gone on too long: this game he does play. But I can not catch my breath; I can not run away. If I make a stand those strands may become disentangled. With that spider's short temper I would soon be mangled.
I have seen him create and I have seen him destroy. Can not take my eyes off him so curious yet so coy. There has grown an attraction; deadly and alluring as sin. I wait for the nights he feeds off me again.
"But I ain't no good", that spider will shout, when this young fly gives up struggling and lies still to pout.
Sure, the joke is on me so laugh all you want. But this web of white holds me intimately as its confidant.
So, if the web is really all that's holding me. Oh, why won't this spider just end it or set me free?
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