Webs Under the Eclipse

Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice

Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old

Longing weaves through my heart, my webs so grand, yet sparse and cold

Im a spider invisible, crafting a web of intricacy, a beauty to behold

Plight in the fact that no matter how divine, my transient webs won’t stand the test of time

Still I carefully craft and share each piece, like Charolette spelling “some pig” for all to see

Enduring against the clamoring voice that tells me my dream can never be