Spiders scatter; in ripples, flee
Squinting eyes attempt to see
A rogue man laughs with malignant naught
Seconds later, I am caught.
The web is thick
And snags my hair
But my thoughts slip through without a care
They tumble down the endless road
Rolling to some dark abode
Perched along the lonesome site
Ignoring quickly building fright
They enter through the door ajar
And quickly see the page afar
Body’s gone, but thoughts remain
They settle in without pain.
Demons, they might try to halt
The spirit’s cry and rallied vault.
But empty page and pregnant rhyme
Meet and meet and meet in time.
Repeated cycles, circle round.
Again, Again, life is found.
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