The spider’s web, a marvel wrought by hand,
A master artisan of silk and air,
He weaves with skill, performs his bold command,
With acrobat’s grace suspended light as prayer.
The shining net draws every wandering eye,
Its beauty sings like sirens on the sea,
It catches dew like diamonds from the sky,
A tempting trap that whispers silently.
Yet hidden in its charm, a cunning snare,
The clever spider waits with patient art,
The prey that enters finds no freedom there,
For death is woven in each fragile part.
So, beauty lures us, dangerous though sweet,
We fall, forgetting peril at its feet.
