A Beautiful Evil

A rainy morning, never so bewitching than a strode along,

As I floated in nature's scent, into a mystical world,

Or was it just nature itself showing mirages of dew in thin air?

As I delved deeper, there was a Spider,

Who said "How do you do?"

Was I in Far Far Away? I kept along,

My eyes drew to a display of sensational colors,

The strands from Spider's web glistened to the darling Sun.

The arachnid gave me a fright, with charm,

Eight legs, made my hair raise in fear and splendor,

His steps did not trammel the petals nearby,

But never did he spare a bug that invaded his woven Home,

The dance to death was seduction of life itself,

A grace and a delicacy that was brutal,

An nimble architect's home that snares the life of a bug,

Yet the bug danced its way, to give life to this surreal intent.

By

Daniel Aloysius Raymond


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