The web entangles the creature.
Small and helpless
It remains stuck in its sticky cloak
Prodded and poked by his captor
Tormented until longing for release
Whether it be in death....
Knowing only that this is no way to live
And yet, live it will
Each day growing not weaker
In its need for freedom....
Until one day
Those sticky threads will be broken
And the creature can fly free
Those shining threads will trail
Banners to the escape
Testament to the struggle
A forever reminder
Of the web.