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Out of the webs of time

Wondrous things occur

Submerged in heaps of darkness

There, the spider goddess weaves the strands of the world

The roots of the trees, the tails of the demons

Synapses elevated

Gates penetrating the worlds, essence absorbing

Archways of flesh beating with life

And time playfully frolics

Victors and victims dancing together a frantic nomadic dance

But the lady still spins the flow everchanging

The victor becomes the victim in blink of an eye

And I wander alone like a shadow seeking a rim in the world

To feast and to feed with blood

Willing to offer the Lady of strings the life’s essence.