The Weaver's Nightfall
Amidst the shadows, I sense its gloom .
A spider spins its web in my room.
Creeping silently in the pale moonlight.
Daring to weave its intricate art.
Entangling dreams with threads so tight .
Filling the air with mystery's might.
Graceful weaver, nimble and sly.
Holding secrets beneath its sight.
Invisible threads that mesmerize.
Jeweled spinner, oh how it mystifies.
Kaleidoscope patterns dance in delight.
Luring me in with silken binds so wise.
Master of patience, it waits for prey.
Nestled within its lair, it lies.
Obsidian eyes watch night and day.
Patiently weaving fate's grand design.
Quietly crafting its tale of might.
Restless thoughts, it does confine.
Silent guardian in the corner of gloom.
Timeless architect of silk and flight.
Unseen, yet ever-present in this room.
Veiling secrets in its silky cocoon.
With delicate grace, it thrives and thrives.
Xenial in its role, this spider's boon.
Yearning to understand its mystical drive.
Zealous and free, it's more than what it seems .
In the tapestry of life, it weaves and strives .
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