Without your wings
Within its web
Withstand your force
Withers your fight
Why says I?
I do not know
Cannafly not
To a rainbow go
no no no No!
Happenstance
Doth happen to few
Yet happens to them
And happens to you
Fly says I
Fly up high
Reach with thoughts
To touch blue sky
no no no No!
Try you might
To free silk bonds
To spread false wings
Long since gone
But spiders dwell
Hang and creep
Ensnare you in
Their endless keep
Trapped.
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