Web

by Daray Cybele

This is just a poem on an anonymous person, you choose who. not quite as bad as it looks, could you look at it and review, please? Rated T to be safe.

This is just something I thought up when I was bored. I fixed it up and ended up entering it in a poetry contest that my english teacher found in a magazine. This is the first thing I've posted on here, and I couldn't seem to find the Original category, if there is one, so I stuck it in here. You can imagine it to be any character you would like. I don't really like it when authors have you guess who the story/peom is about, then completely shocking you with who it really is. Sometime it works, though, if you're talented, but I'm not, so use your imagination!

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Inside my head

A tangled web;

Green with envy

Black with dread.

Red for the blood,

That I've made others shed.

The Spider, the spider

Now it has seen me!

Where can I hide

In this mess of lies?

And wait; now it hisses,

Its death speech now said:

"You've woven your web,

Spun your trap,

And now you've been,

Caught in its grasp."

The spider has caught me,

The time is come

And now I realize

What I've done.

I was green with envy,

Now black with dread,

Soon to be red

From the blood I will shed.

Because of this web,

This web I've made

Inside my head,

I'm dead.