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Sep 6
(Soft and eerie tune in a minor key, slow tempo)
The itsy bitsy spider, crawled into Sarah's hair,
Weaving webs of darkness, with every silken snare,
Out with eggs she planted, hidden deep within,
Out came the babies, where nightmares like to creep.
They whispered in the shadows, as Sarah lost her mind,
Crawling through her thoughts, with webs they’d slowly bind,
Round and round they spun her, in threads so thin and tight,
Charlotte's twisted children, brought fear into the night.
Her cries grew faint and hollow, as madness took its hold,
The spiders danced and scurried, in patterns dark and cold,
No more warmth or comfort, just whispers in the walls,
As Sarah’s screams were silenced in the cursed spider’s thrall.
They whispered in the shadows, as Sarah lost her mind,
Crawling through her thoughts, with webs they’d slowly bind,
Round and round they spun her, in threads so thin and tight,
Charlotte's twisted children, brought fear into the night.
Written by
matthew paschall
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