Aurourae Over Planet Earth
A flash of smoke
A whisper of web
Twisting its way
In a spider's bed.
A ghost of a beauty,
Once at a time,
Now all that's left,
Is the death of its crime.
Copyright © Caitlin Feely | Year Posted 2013
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