The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly

 Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.

She ate my wings and gloated.

She bound me with a hair.

She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.

To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.

My ghost came back to haunt her.

I saw her eat my heart.

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