Spider, Spider,
A thousand eyes,
Each one reflecting,
A cold, loveless heart.
Spider, Spider,
Feeding on their fear,
Waiting patiently,
For the unsuspecting mortal,
To come.
Spider, Spider,
Tangling his web,
Enter, enter,
Says there’s nothing to fear.
Spider, Spider,
Eyes the color of dulled blood,
Laughs at his sadism,
Like the hungry, devilish,
Insect he is.
Spider, Spider,
Beckons them to his web,
With promises,
Of power.
Spider, Spider,
He waits for their guard,
To drop,
And then,
He feasts on his victim.
Spider, Spider,
Purplish legs,
Sliding menacingly,
Across the webbing.
Spider, Spider,
You picked the wrong prey,
Your ruby eyed meal,
Is a black widow.
This is, if you can't guess (which it is perfectly understandable if you can't... sob I won't be offended... much...) about Xelloss and Lina.