Gleaming eyes on a glittering web

Beckoned to you, fangs grinning

Come here, dear, the beauty said, I'm hungry

And you wanted to feed it, so very desperately

But your mother held you back and said,

No, dear, it swallowed up your father

So you trusted her and left the eight legged allure

Ignoring the enticing voice behind you

But the murmur followed you back into your bed,

And the quiet hum misted your mother's words

So you flew back to the spider- it needs me to take care

It received you with no gratitude and gulped you down

And there you were in that hideous cemetery

Moaning where no one could hear you so far away

So the lovely spider sat down on its tightrope web

And its fangs grinned at the next one.