Answers the wizard – a spell fulfilled.
For the spider, a web holding strong in the wind,
Gracious strands beckoning.
Privacy, whispers the octopus, deep in her den.
Yes, privacy, agrees the high schooler.
No, it’s chaos unbounded, no rules, all is possible
Cries the revolutionary.
Women filled with blood, dreams the werewolf.

No, says the widow.
Only after the death of my beloved
Did I understand the depth of our love
And the silken threads that unite us still.