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Death of Arachnida by Sierra Donahue

In Uncategorized on November 20, 2013 at 10:41 pm

She spins, dancing with the grace of twilight song. Starlight crests her dark and painted back.

The queen of night ascends –

And is at once cut down.

No more to seduce her wandering prey. No more to beckon hither with shimmering promises

wrought from shivering limbs.

But, oh! She spun so sweetly, a mystery none could tell. A mystery none could live to hear

without the taste of blood –

Their own.

She held secrets close and dark beneath that shell that was her skin –

That was her heart.

The tales she wove, renowned in strength,

Writhing wild with the wind.

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