The Ballad Of Tarantula

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

To the floor

upon which he falls.

Accept this life

and learn how to crawl.

Given faith

returning fire

he's tormented by

his own desires.

A mysterious ghost

living in the shadows

awaiting a heart

to enter the gallows.

Using a mind

as a gift

thoughts come alive

as wires tripped.

Tarantula heart

a scavenger bold

a man who is lending

many hands to hold.

Eyes are black

like midnight coal

still defied

in partial or whole.

Tarantula heart

a web of treasure

haunted by the neverlost

the brethren cries

in echo measure.

The things he captures

they never stay

but their love is a thrill

when they fall prey.

To receive these gifts

of adulation

perhaps a figment

of his imagination.

A mysterious ghost

tormented by host

his life , his love,

the many arms that he owns.

Submitted: February 03, 2018

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Ha. This isn't necessarily a sad poem.
It mainly depicts how the things one desires sometimes haunts a person. They get all wrapped up in what they want and forget that there are other things that can satisfy them. It's about possessions and keeping yourself hidden away along with them. If any of this makes sense . I'm glad you squished it. I hate spiders. :)

Sat, February 3rd, 2018 4:43am

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