As he tried to steal her soul...

She thinks to herself, damn that effing pollution...

 

This was taken at the Bentham forest btw.

And I used this texture as an overlay: www.flickr.com/photos/8078381@N03/4161684951/in/set-72157...

 

Once upon a time

Along came a saucy little spider

His name was Socrates

His beady little eyes

As empty as the sea

I gave him a spot of tea

Rubbed a bit of strawberry preserves across his toast

Asked him to pop a squat

He told me a story

And this, this is how it goes...

‘In a land far, far away

Lived a beautiful girl, with a beautiful soul

Locks of silk basking in the wind

Milky skin tempting as a christmas buffet

There was a day, long ago

She could have been mine

I weaved her in my web

Told her sweet nothings

Whispering the ways of life

Poems filled with gumdrops

Sizzling sweet to the sensations

Couldn’t have seen a day without her

But maybe I shouldn’t have swept her up

Because before I knew it

The light began to fade

Tears filled her precious, tender eyes

Oh, beautiful girl

Where did you go?

I peaked over the ledge

Her trembling hands clutching her soul

Depths untold...’

His voice folded, darkness engulfing

For a moment I wondered aloud

“Oh spider, what did you do?”

Steal her spirit

Life and mind

“I suppose she may have let you

But didn’t her cries

Along the way

Beseech you in the least?”

The spiders head hung low

Not shame, nor embarrassment

But a grin

A toothy, lifeless grin

Reaching across his terribly, tiny face

He muffled his wispy fangs

Winked at me and turned to tumble away

As he trickled off into the abyss

I shuddered with a wave of terror

The moral of the story

I suppose

‘A spider’s a spider, don’t ever trust them, not ever’

Done