In the Spider's Web
by Tim Reed
blessëd the pain, for it spake life's might
blessëd the struggle, for it promised swift flight
curse this vile numbness embracing me
curse this vile indifference - apathy
they are the spade biting the earth of the coffin-hole
they are the calculated diplomacy of a ruthless foe
and while silken vestments coo and soothe
fangs spite the lies and intentions prove
