The Woven Fate Poem by Precious U.

On and on the spiders weave
Spinning each thread in fabulous sway
Each weave different from another
Each weave a blessing and curse.

White weaves, black weaves
Grey weaves, golden weaves
A song of fate woven in threads
And nature calls the woven fate.

On and on the spiders weave
Pitting each thread against the other
Destined path intertwined
Life and death battle for glory.

A child is born at each weaves' end
The spiders laugh a hysterical laugh
The fates are woven, the fates are given
And nature plays the watching game.