… When she set up to weave a tapestry
Everyone who knew her said,
“It would be a masterpiece!”
Her adept hands exuding poetry,
Her unparalleled treasure of silken threads,
“It has to be a masterpiece!”
… She reached into her treasure box
Full of joy, vivid colored threads;
Yet, bleak threads, she picked again and again!
She wove an intricate web,
More intricate than a spider could ever dream!
… Did she know that she would be the devourer
And the prey in the web??
Did she know that her loved ones
Would be caught at the edges of the web??
The loved ones for whom
She would have woven nothing but rainbows!
Did she know that she was weaving a web?? …