Days of the Spider King

Lover, hover
Like spider silk above
My head, thread
Spinning from web
Of lies, intrigues
Circling, circling dread.

Lover, another
Has tangled, tearing
The filmy fabric of
Our love.

Lover, crowned brother,
Release the other
Fangs freeing such
From your death clutch.

Lover, cover
Me in your dark, silky shroud
Dress your Bride, now
Hanging from the rafters.