Pax Aranea

Mucus trail of viscous rime
Into her woven halls
Her children, cover the walls
Watched by ten thousand eyes
A vision of the second war
Ancient Arch-Arachnid
Vengeance upon mankind
Born within silk and viscous slime
She has foreseen the human’s end
Within the web of space and time
Darkened hordes coating cities
Feasting upon their feeble minds
Unfurling fangs that drip with toxic lust
Reduce the body into dust
Weaving window of reclusive dark
Who stops the beating of your heart
Sprinting forth upon ancient legs
As though their prey has come
Matriarch will hear the terms
Word of a second war.
Mandibles clicking, omnivenom dripping.
Too long she’s lingered within her silken bastille
Psychic screams of hate
Echo across the universe