The Spider in the Hand

The rain is falling,
But the sky is clear,
Her eyes are white,
But she sees you,

She smiled to you,
Her teeth pure white,
Her pale face,
Your heart begins to pace,

The fly is buzzing,
The spider danced in her hand,
Her dress of simple rags,
Her grin – your very end portends,

The shadow grows on the ground,
A pair of horns,
It dances around,
Your fate is set in stone,

To never see her, never more,
You run for home,
She’s already at the door,
She keeps on staring at you,

Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain

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