SPIDER WEBBED

* poetry: be inspired

The predator turned captive,
His cunning gone awry!!

The writhing pain in his twisted frame,
Eight limbs failed him.

I see her stealth approach,
The blood-vengeance in her eyes,
The glimmer and blood lust.

I hear him,
The tremble in his heart’s beat,
Caught and cornered by his own craft.

Fools!! Cunning but foolish,
Intelligent hunt for feed or power?
Trampling the weak through the politic-trampede,
Now the weak have prevailed,
She will have no pity,
Vengeance of the violated.

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