Somewhere within an endless palace
Building webs to catch a mortal prey
Darkness covers the endless hallways
None may pass an eight legs gate
Walls so thick with cotton webbing
It seems there is no other way
Yet if you pass to find a Heaven
Beware the spider therein awaits
Enter never a room ablaze with candles
Follow the path, Or never wake
Though the allure becomes obsession
Only the dead may pass beyond these gates
Gaze upon an age ole beauty
If seen a spider, kind words must say
While in the hallways of the ages
Only the dead have boundless right of way
Few have seen this grand old palace
Those who have, May have remained
Only then a guardian-spider
Will allow to pass, or turn away
(09/20/2021)
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