Invisible Web
They named you "The Spider"
for lies you intricately weaved
in the shadows, you hide there
watching those you've deceived
and plotting their final demise
seeking revenge, green with envy
must be hard seeing in your eyes
the hate, the excuses, the jealousy
so much venom waiting to bite
a pattern to lure and draw in prey
doing only what you think's right
not hearing what others have to say
what you spun can end up binding
strung up by your own wish to feed
on others misery, not happy, finding
cold comfort no substitute in greed.

© .Garry Saunders