Humbly dedicated to Holy Muadi and Lord Celezor.
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Title:
A Poetic Web,
Origins.

Slender, slim, silent.
Stay just so, spider-kin. Remain just there.
Behind closed curtains, in dank, dark lairs.
With whispers thin, in deep, cold lairs.
Broad webs to spin, no fish to spare.
Strange bugs do bend thy sickly stare.
Consume them whole as though normal.

Silvery, sizeable, studious.
Aristocrat, responsibility to assume.
No rats to know, now fish to consume.
Boiling vats of potions now fill your room.
Entrapping secretions for all to presume:
Assassin of assassins, plenipotentiary.
Become perfect, fulfill your duty, Be.

Secrecy, Sinister, Sisters.
Spat in your eyes.
Stamp on your digits.
Swindle all your gifts.
Seduced with your lover.
Savaged down your ego.
Sliced apart your pet.

Sunrise, Sanguinolet, See.
There stands the spider, tranquil, serene.
This sarcoline thing sheds terrible sinew.
Beware the bitter tangled bugs thither.
Lay Aspiration; Arsenic
About Light; Lime
Leaving All; Aconite
Allegiance Latent; Loki
Linking Alone; Acid
To Twinfold Devotion Due. Physic & Poison

So begins the sweet Tale.
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~N.M.
Ta-Marshi

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 1st of Ios, in the year 13 AC.