Along came a spider,
with claws full of fire,
burning alive with a horrid desire.
It was the dead of night,
no safety in sight;
and his hands held me tight.
He bit and he clawed,
he broke all of the laws -
and no one had saw.
His hands burned my skin;
he ripped deep within...
my body used in sin.
The darkness grew worse
as he laid his curse,
and my life did disperse...
because along came a spider,
filled with a deadly desire.
Sarah Gammon ©
16/01/2009