Cult of the Spider Lady
Cult of the Spider Lady
The hidden spider duly wove the strands
of a web she imagined would prove clever.
“Victory will be mine! My cult expands!
My agents are advancing — and endeavor
to raise my substitute for Royal Zeus
above the mundane regions of resistance.
I’m tightening a complicated noose.
Slyly shall I encompass all existence!”
Alas, poor spider lady! All your threads
I observed from my place of mortal stillness.
Nothing within my being truly dreads
your silly self-deception. It’s an illness
to which my cells and tissues are immune.
It didn’t work, your plan like a cartoon.
–Tom Riley