Wrapped in silk on his satin cobweb bed,

Spider’s silk cobweb embroidered her head, Strung wide and spread in the white, lacy web, Strings shine bright, trapped butterfly by the dead.

Weaving the web, her quaking fear does ebb,

Fixing his stare, mastering the cobweb, Tightening laces restrain and ensnare, Stinging paralysis her fear is fed.

Feelers lick hungrily feigning a care,

Until the first bite tears skin from her flesh, Before him bland, nubile virgin lays bare, Lavishing his feed from pretentious air.