The Spider

An attempt at stringing haiku together.

Lovely Butterfly

Only to be caught in the

Web of a spider

 

Chains of silken thread

He weaves them for you sweet one

You'll belong to him

 

The purity of

an absolute helplessness

Writhing, struggling

 

All hope dies in this

moment, all thats left is for

her to die in this

 

And then the game's done

Sinking his fangs in his claim

Taste satisfaction

 

The spider moves on

How cold and lonely the night

Without company

Reviews

[deeps]

My Goodness, this is fantasic. I like this write alot.
So much life in this write. I like the tangled emotions.
Least that is what I got out of this.