You created a web for me to cling on
Crafted with golden silk
It glowed and spoke of time.
Not bothered by the elements
Danced and swayed in melody
Perfect piece made unparalled.
I lay to feel the warmth the web gave
Its scents when turned mesmerized
My senses idled, hushed not even a word.
Peculiar was the stitch but it held
Mirrored intimate moment divine
A shudder to the spine escapes every time
Threatened by the impending wear and tear
I rolled myself around and secured
Wishing for the web would still hold.
But force relented, the web snapped
I fell hard, my head cleared
"Good Riddance," I heard and smiled.
