A Wicked Spider's Due

By

Bobette Bryan

Creeping and crawling, hairy and fat,
The spider sped cross the floor.
The spider was wicked
Without a doubt
Killing was all that it cared about
It wanted a victim;
It wanted blood;
It wanted to kill someone!

Sneaking and stalking, nasty and mean,
The spider spied its next victim.
The spider was awful,
That was for sure.
When it came to evil the spider was pure
It bit him hard;
It injected its venom;
It savored the pitch of the scream!

Grinning and gloating, victorious and gay,
The spider began to flee.
The spider was skilled.
The spider was fast.
It had killed so many in the past!
It had bit him so deep;
It had wounded so foul;
It enjoyed the taste of the blood!

Shaking and scurrying, nervous and scared,
The spider entered the hall.
The spider was foolish,
And coming unhinged
Because its victim wanted revenge.
It couldn't outrun him;
It couldn't escape;
It couldn't alter the hand of fate!

Spasming and suffering, wounded and twisted,
The spider was nearly dead.
The spider had lost,
Squashed under a shoe
At last the spider has paid its due.
It wouldn't go to heaven;
It wouldn't bite again.
For the spider, you see, this is the end.

-The End-