Lonely spider,
glaring eyes,
staring in dread surprise.
Clinging fingers; limbs arch-stretched,
shaping webs, it spins its threads.
Crossing doorway, semicircle,
framing hallways, daring you to go by.
Busy fingers, busy feet,
the thin veil that clings to your face;
lacing the outlines with its (fingery) trace
But don't be frightened by its lovely patterns
and don't be afraid to go out at night.
Lonely spider,
watchful eyes,
waiting for prey, it hides.
It is its nature,
to captivate and capture
with its eerie essence
you stand in its sight.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
الشعرThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
