Spider, Spider, spin a tale
Of a girl with skin so pale,
Of a man with soul so dark
Spin a tale to leave a mark.
Spider, Spider, spin a song
Where the heroes' deeds belong,
Where the broken hearts await
Spin a song to change a fate.
Spider, Spider, spin a lie,
Like a web to catch a fly,
Like a sky to catch the world
Spin a lie to catch a word.
Spider, Spider, spin a death
As a shadow stealing breath,
As a maiden's last true kiss
Spin a death as gift of bliss.
Spider, Spider, you may spin,
But be wary, thread is thin.
Tiger still remembers well
Stories that were his to tell.
Anansi
© Copyright: Антохин Антон, 2014
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