"Will you walk into my parlor?, said the Spider to the Fly ..." **
"I want to listen ...I hear you" arachnid's tactic sly
The fly, furious of all the carnage, complained
telling of fallen family and inexperienced friends
now desiccated, wrapped in silken shrouded end

The Spider listened patiently, as spiders often do
and lent its stoic eyes for each escape, maroon
while thoughts of chains, gears and echoed screams
served as mental appetizers to a growing hunger swoon
as wet saliva moments stayed his craven dreams

Soon Fly was shifting silent having said all that it could
hairs upon its body augured danger in this hood
closely watching Spider and knowing of his brood
chose to hover near to exit from this room
so defied this spider's web to seek a greater good

Now this Spider still it waits for unsuspecting game
its nature and demeanor belts a greedy gut and fame
sequestered in its isolated ravages, reprobative mind
as its silken lies trace traps in this ancient worst of times
heed this breeze that frames its doors to unrepentant doom

-cec