Once there was a spider

With black velvet hair

Who ushered me into the parlor

Behind the winding stair.

He caressed me with fingers

Laced with gossamer thread

And wove a silky crown

To wear upon my head.

He covered me with love

Till I could no longer breathe

And hung me in the moonlight

For everyone to see.

To educate young spiders

He plucked out my wings

Then tossed then to the floor

with all the rotten things.

My blood became his vintage

A fine red wine

And from my heart he carved

A feast on which he dined.

He picked my bones clean

Till there was nothing left

Oh, how I loved him

Yet he left me dead.