A cave deep within the mountains

A dark and dreary place

The lair of Mother Spider

A weaver of a most special lace

Silky strands of gossamer

Shine like spun silver

Cover every inch

Over rock, over earth

Over the carcasses

Of those who came before

Oh, how the strands glisten!

They almost seem sweet

Like cotton candy

Covered in diamond dust

Will they taste like sugar

If I let them touch my lips?

The strands announce her coming

They quiver with delight

Her children flood around

Their eyes of sparkling crimson

Cover the walls like precious rubies

Begging to be mined

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