Eternity on Paper [COMPLETE]

The White Pentagram

Feathers and beads decorate a web that keeps me stuck whenever darkness blankets. I've lost the light behind my eyes and the drapes that guard my pupils are affixed too tight to comfort.

Home has slipped somewhere inside veins of constricting white, between my fingers and above my head, far away. Mellow is my tone, but harsh is the ticking of the clock and the beating in my chest. What lies above refuses to rest, while my wrists and ankles are worthless at best.

My back searches for pleasure in silk that my soles have lost on earth. Yet, on Earth I remain, a crescent on my lips and a moon in the sky. The pale blue of its glow tempts me, but my wings have long since fused. All that remains are flighty memories and a dying urge.

Blinding light will warm but I will not. The cycle will continue until the spider is me, biding my time, waiting for the next insect to feast.