Weaving

A spider web
Is imposed onto the fabric of space
Threaded in darkness
Woven in malice
To hide its gruesome creator
Along with his equally gruesome purpose
Simply said
Spider webs hide more than spiders

Its glistening strands
Of deceptive silk
A mask
Of what lies beyond
Pearls of entrapping nectar
Adorn the
Intricate surreal quilt
Drying in the breeze

Motionless it mulls
Upon the silvery construct
An intricate pattern
Woven into the circle
That I began