Spider Queen

There's nothing but darkness,

And the gossamer line that holds me.

For years, I have clung to the thread

Weaved by a geriatric spider,

Watching how others fall into the abyss

When she doesn't care about them.

The thin noose I wear is her caring.

She did not create the abyss or control it;

Just chooses a select few to save from it,

Though we are ungrateful and prefer falling.

Until she drops us, that is.

We all made the same mistake, meddling

Where we didn't belong and became ensnared

And now have a love/hate relationship

With our captor, lord, and savior,

Who holds us by our necks and protects us

From evils we are too afraid to open our eyes and see.