Who am I?
Intricately woven, my silken fibre web is a citadel, my refuge, somewhere I can hide and dream.
The rafters of my palatial home are crisscrossed with robust lace.
Here I have created my own haven, my nest, and my own special place.
Where anything is possible but nothing here is, as it seems!
Who am I?
When I look into this welcoming abode, I feel some fear, a dread and unexplained anxiety.
The cord is sticking to me and it aims to capture all of me!
Here she has created my tomb, a mausoleum from which I can’t break free.
How can her welcome be so deceitful? Such terror from such beauty?
|Its just so well written, absolutely brilliant! :)|
20/07/12 (0:06) (report this comment)
|Love the magic behind this, just wonderful x|
19/07/12 (22:09) (report this comment)
|the spider and the fly? Pur magic indeed, you spin some great tales my friend. xxx|
19/07/12 (20:57) (report this comment)
|Pure magic. Mike xx|
by mike green
19/07/12 (19:41) (report this comment)
|very powerfull words, and so well written. Great addition to your collection, Please see as requested Jack the Dinosaur. Hope you like it|
19/07/12 (19:01) (report this comment)
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