Lore

Dark and dirty–Low to the floor–Dim are the lights–Cobwebs cling wall to wall

Under it slips–Spread open wide–He’s been waiting –on someone to call

Not seeing the other side–O in his glory– he can’t believe his eyes–

Happy to see–Free to take–Given a hand– He can taste it with his eyes

The mouth does feed–Filling his need and desire– Cobwebs cling wall to wall

After draining its life–Returns to his place–Sit and wait so quietly–For the next to come call
From his cobweb, He sees and hears all

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