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My first randomly chosen poem is dedicated to one of the sweetest ladies I've ever known

Debbe Alfaro, whom has encouraged my work from the beginning. It is only right to give her

The number of her choose which was one. I thank her for her encouragement, and for being

Such a good friend to me. Happy Halloween my friend, and god bless you for everything!

Too all my friends on the soup, I hope you enjoy what I've written for this month, none of my

Spooky gem are the same, but I thank all of you for your encouragement also, Happy Halloween,

I hope I will not offend anyone with some of these criptic writes, but I wanted to push myself to

A newer level let me know what you think but mainly just sit back and enoy the read. cheri

The Spider Arachnid

Covered in the jungles evergreen thickets, beneath
Stones and mortars refuge lays an old Mayan crypt,
And on it is written an ancient curse, dare not enter 
Mortal men, or forsake thy living soul, as tributes
Offering at the altar, of the Arachnid Queen.
At midnight's twilight hour, under the moon's elliptical
Shroud of illusions, is exposed isolation's
Forbidden tomb of evil.
As torches spontaneously combust, bursting forth
Into flame, slowly the grave stone rolls backwards,
Releasing the cold and damp air from within.
Emerging from her unholy tomb, this spider demon,
Inhales the crisp night air at last.
A creature is she the Arachnid Queen, of devils
Spawning between her father of darkness,
And a fallen angel of spiritual light.
Weep do the cherubs of heaven, at her birthing's ritual, for
One of their own was so sacrificed, shackled and chained,
Treated as if an animal of disdain, the Arachnid Queen, 
Clawed her way forth, from her mother’s maternal womb.
As a gifts prize from the dark lord, unto his child
Born from the darker side, is the deadly touch of death itself.
To kill without mercy, with accuracy's pin point efficiency,
For she bares no heart or souls pity.
A phantom of mist is she, without definitions form, slowly
She crosses under the forest canopy, and one by one the
Veils of webbing descend, upon her from above. As her
Minion guardians do weave, each delicate sheath's covering.
Revealing a skeletal shape beneath, exposing a beast of 
Monstrous proportions, behold her eight legs appendages
Of a spider.
But above is beauty personified, shimmering as a goddess
Of ebony black, with eyes the color of sea foam, and red
Flaming tresses that blow freely in the flowing breeze.
With the voice of an angel, she so sings ever sweetly,
This is the gift of her fallen mother, to entice the lustful 
Hunger within all men, to devastations final end.
Waving her teasing finger at them, come hither
My love sick fellow and I'll mend your broken heart,
And so do they come, unto the Arachnid Queen.
Entering her webbing's layer, she takes her crimson 
Throne of the dammed, laughing with pleasures sheer
Delight, for tonight she shall feast upon the flesh and blood,
Of living men, and revel in their screams of pain.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Gary Bateman

October 2, 2014 at 3:17 PM

Cheri . . . You've pulled me too into the "Arachnid Queen's" web of destruction with you most talented write here. Extraordinarily descriptive and a most talented effort!! Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary

Liam Mcdaid

October 2, 2014 at 6:41 AM

truly excellent pen flowing golden in this piece cherl

Paul Callus

October 1, 2014 at 5:16 PM

This is a compelling, intriguing write creeping out of mysterious and creepy surroundings. She comes, the Arachnid Queen, already anticipating the night's gory pleasures. Well done, Cherl...excellent! // paul