In a realm of webs and fear, I dwell,
Where spiders’ presence casts a spell.
Charlotte’s web, a name I give,
Despising strands that cling and live.
Strings that bind, my view they mar,
Clear as day, they seem so far.
Yet their grip on me is tight,
A constant presence in my sight.
Blindness calls, a tempting plea,
To escape the webs that cling to me.
But in my struggle to break free,
I only tied myself in a tangled spree.
After long toil, I find my grace,
A dance, a smile, a shining face.
I perform, entertain with glee,
But true happiness remains unseen.
For Charlotte holds the master’s gaze,
A silk veil woven in a maze.
Fangs concealed, intentions sly,
Master ensnared, unable to fly.
In her world, master’s lost and spun,
A captive to her show, her fun.
While Charlotte’s grip is hard to shake,
I see her fangs, the terror they make.
Creepy legs and poison’s sting,
A grotesque beauty she does bring.
I witness all, I’m fully aware,
Caught in Charlotte’s intricate snare.
But caution guides her venom’s thrust,
Too much fright would break her trust.
Yet still, I wonder, have I too been snared?
Is Charlotte’s grip on me prepared?