The Deceitful Spider

THE DECEITFUL SPIDER In him toppling of his moment But rather to heed, he clamps in harrowing lava Buried in it a shackled advent Give your screaming a rest. Never! Will it come, the white angel foil Whose days fold and mould in cracking chins Chins for long has a stolen joy Having not a whispering heart by inch You are much the spider web in sun That sugars it prey of a colourful rainbow Colourful rainbow or a laser gun? A silky pattern, it follows But as the flash, it entirety web to death Does the prey buy the blame? Of appreciating in you the best Heedless u claim to your hunting flame Gathered in numbers the innocent soul Until the poisonous prey was caught Your toppling moment has it mould