Oh What a Wicked Web She Weaves

I really hate time changes+insomnia+school+homework+track aaaannnnd reapeat!

the coldness seeping through her bones

tell her, truly, when she's (alone)

the wicked web she weaves herself

is hers alone, for no one else

 

a burdon to bear, a risk to take

an undeniably twisted fate

has brought her here to stand as one

a perfect clarity with  owhere to run

 

they wait in darkness,scheming, to snare

to skulk and slither and catch unaware

she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep

their claws draw her in, fast and deep

Author's Note

there is another stanza i cant figure out~~~ ohhhh weeeellll