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....
Or freedom
Knowing only that this is no way to live
And yet, live it will
Each day growing not weaker
But stronger
In its need for freedom....
Or escape.
Until one day
Those sticky threads will be broken
And the creature can fly free
And thrive.
Those shining threads will trail
like ribbons
Banners to the escape
Testament to the struggle
A forever reminder
Of the web.