Ill met by moonlight
the curious weaver
sets her beckoning traps
she moves gracefully
letting her newly spun tapestry
guide her
towards the other end of the wooden doorway
pulse
movement
the web shakes whilst entangling its first victim
its mistress continues her delicate dance
as the other side is reached
she shrieks
as a shadow-hidden creature
much bigger then herself
tears her and her beautiful work
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