Web Of Lies Poem by Thistle Wargul

A lie is like a spider.
Beautiful yet dangerous,
Catching your eye,
And reeling you in.

A small black spider:
Eight shiny segmented legs,
A striped fat abdomen,
Covered in coarse black hairs.

A perfect killing machine:
Careful black eyes,
Sharp reflexes,
Fast and deadly…

Dappled sunlight in a forest,
Sealing and searching,
For the dew covered web.
Like a sparkling diamond on a thread.
Like a wish you can see.
Sticky and strong.
Reeling you in.

The more the web traps – the fatter the spider.
The fatter the spider – the bigger the web.
The bigger the web – the more it traps!

Once begun,
A lie keeps growing,
And growing,
And growing,
Until everyone is caught
In it’s sticky threads.

Then the greedy little spider,
Sucks you dry,
Of the joy,
Of the peace,
Of the trust in those you know.

You’re left with a hollow shell,
A scared shell,
The person who’s life was ruined,
By that greedy spinner of lies.
A human spider.

The spider does this to live.
It can’t help the way it is.
It doesn’t have a conscience.
But,
The spinners we know
DO!