I came to life in fetid slime
From broken spider egg in time.
I was much stronger then the others.
I had to devour all my kind
An younger eggs, my sisters, brothers…
Surviving was the aim of mine.
The nature brings all things to end.
My blood is of the insect kind.
Warm-blooded cannot comprehend
The exact vicious mind.
My only reason is the hunt.
The instinct guide me very well.
No matter night or shining sun.
I chase my victims by its smell.
Last thing they see is flying web
My venom acts in warm fresh blood
I’m a cunning living trap.
Predator’s spirit feels so glut.
Abominable worst nightmare.
Unfading desperate loud screams
Can’t fly away from spider lair.
The doom comes slowly and unseen.
I have no sorrow, no regret, no hate
Becoming stronger when consume.
In hidden hole again I wait
Fresh food I ready to assume.
