Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Tale of the Spider
Anonymous
The arguing pair distort with a sorrowful fin
A light wind fell past, like an ape breaking wind.
It rips with distant, frigid abandon,
It spun out of the jet, a trail of feathery violet following.
The arachnid picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel
With a mighty "Yawp!" Helen of Troy bit into the chest of her prey
As Eve's heart melted at the sight of the arachnid.
Heads whip back when crushed against anvil-like fins
Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Hitler.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be.


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