Lady of Cobwebs

by onyx stone   Jan 30, 2007


She stalks the night
in a black shield
the spindle she holds
Gives her something ot weild
The cottony thread
the color of pure glasses
makes her produce
the web in masses
the small piece of work
is her special home
But beware to all buggies
watch where you roam

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  • 17 years ago

    by Never URs

    I love this poem! great flow! plz comment on mine :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Never URs

    This poems great... good job,
    you have alot of talent! :)