The spider. How very like my Artemis.
Majestic
Powerful
Graceful, in its way
And deadly
In every way imaginable.
He spun a web
Something to lean on
Something to support him
To help him
Catch
His prey.
They came, one by one
Mindless flies, stupid beasts
Tricked and devoured by the king
Of his food chain.
One by one, on and on
The never ending chain.
I was next.
A fruit fly, tangled in his web.
Caught, trapped, held in his
Airtight
Grasp.
His venom injected into my very soul
Clearing all thought
Clearing everything
Except him.
The fly was released; I flew free.
Our paths crossed time and time again
and every time
I got tangled in his web
Of lies
And trickery.
And every time
I was released from his web
I found
A bit of the fabric stayed
Reminding me of him
Forcing me back to him.
Slowly he is killing me
Making me stay
Making me care
And yet though the spider might
Have a decent side,
It cannot change
What it is.
A hunter.
A predator.
It will do what it has to do
To survive.
I am but a weak fly
A tool
A stepping stone
To him.
His web ensnares me
Dragging me in
Until he owns me.
I am his; but the spider and the fly can never be.
A dangerous beast and its prey
Must be enemies.
But it doesn't matter what I am to him.
I'd do anything to be close to him now.
The fly will stick to the web
Begging the spider forward
Needing its poison.
The pain will be welcomed
If brought by him.
And our twisted relationship lives on.