A Web-King
How was he trapped in his own web,
Which was woven with silken skills,
Tested and proven since ages,
With a core from his own cells?
How could it be an accident;
During his usual course of hunt
For a flying prey, in whom venom
Instilled and liquefied with enzymes!
Had it been another manifestation
Of perseverance to a modern King,
As done to Robert Bruce the King
To regain the Scottish throne?
Speculations keep on mounting,
But, as his hollow SELF does still cling
To the web-hub, no prey dare swing
As they feel him still the Web-King!
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