Silk

[axiomaxiom]

as an emerald spider winds its web
the glittering strands of silk unfold
to follow in spirals that fate demands
and serve the purpose that it foretold

in the darkness and depths of time
through the trails and the roads of blame
it's the sparkle of dewy lines -
not the carnage that they entail

in the end they are not at fault
for those that they once embraced -
those who crossed the enchanted wall
and the temple in which they stayed


axiomaxiom

 

[New]

I like the imagery.

 

[Raz]

I like it too! Also the rhyming structure makes it sound like an old fairy tale or similar