The Weaver Poem by Caleb Duane

If spiders are weavers,
Is darkness our Leader,
The Creator of us all?

It would explain the darkness that lurks inside us,
Yet some how it can fall,

For even the web of the weaver,
Is beautiful in its might,

Yes it kills, traps and steals,
But marvels in the light.

If light makes evil look so pleasant,
Is evil all so bad?

For with out evil what is good,
And without good what's bad?

These are question that cannot be answered,
Of course there is one way,
If a weaver fell from his web and landed by me someday,

Then I could ask some of these questions,
though these won't be my first,

But I've missed my chance,
The weavers come,
And left a book to nurse,
Which book is his, I may not know,

But hope to know someday…