The Spider King

 

There is an attic full of creaks and darkness

I often wonder if the spiders fear

What’s beyond the attic door

As I do looking there

 

I guess we can never know

What each other sees

My eyes are only two

And in darkness they tend to freeze

 

But spiders they are different

Having a thousand eyes and legs

Fancy a darkness home

A web for those who stray

 

This web they weave

Feeds the beast

Last night’s misstep

Now a meal for the king

 

All these creaks I lend my ear

Can only be eight legs crashing

Through the attic through the door

Into my room so safe before

 

My fear has now taken me

Not in the floor creaking

But in the web of misfortune

Where the Spider King is reaching