In Chimera Shall We Recollect: Imagea Fantastica - Canto No.6: Spiders! Poem by Daegal

At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline
Intricacy, casually tempting
Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty,
Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-
Alive by profitable gems which gleam
With a sparkling allure in the misty
First light’s embrace. Yet no death would come then,
Only imprisonment and reflection
Until from over the sticky trap crawls
Slavering, ravenous daggers kept warm
By the oozing poison within, ready for the kill.

End.