The Spider’s Egg

If it twere the spiders’ silk trap which ensnared the forest fauna in her grasp. It twas the deer pristine white as snow which gobbled up the spiders the young maiden bounced betwixt the flowers for if it twere her joy it twas not her sorrow which drained the fae of their life. Such as that was the fate of the forest spider folkmen.

The spiderfolkwomen which surly twere not the most excitable of creatures. The young maiden rested wistfully beneath the palm tree as she twas not one who twould offend the forest fae like the monsters which gulped down the very life they were designed to protect.

The bug queen loathed the bugfolkmen for their deconstructionist manor which decayed the world. Thought they twere truly both friend and foe they twere not allies in the slightest. Twas the spiderfolkmen’s silk which twere too sour for the deerfolk.

Twere it not for the egg would the spider twould live or rot. Twas it not for the spider the egg twould surely shatter. But twas not for the egg the spider twere to vanish entirely.

Twere the spiderfolksmen of the North to die or twere they to live they were all irregardless in a state of turmoil much of its life. The silk snow forests of the far north-east twere as pale and delicate sculpted as the hollowed bones of the ancient bugmen.

Twas the destined time as the last of the androgyn spiderfolksmen in the forest began to descended ‘twards its demise. Its descent was hypnotic as it methodically swayed like a metronome in the breeze.

Further and further the spiderfolksman dived its pale bone sculpted body into descent. Nothing less than a nightmare ablazed that snowy moonlit night as the spider desperately trembled as it reached for the last legs of its descent.And with a nipped out life in the night, the forest of frozen silk turned to ash.

Twas the destined time as the last of the androgyn spiderfolksmen in the forest began to descended ‘twards its demise. Its descent was hypnotic as it methodically swayed like a metronome in the breeze. Further and further the spiderfolksman dived its pale bone sculpted body into descent. Nothing less than a nightmare ablazed that snowy moonlit night as the spider desperately trembled as it reached for the last legs of its descent. And with a nipped out life in the night, the forest of frozen silk turned to ash.