Spider's Web or Traces of my Hate

And she falls around me
Like a promise I've forgotten
She's held so long
This creature I've begotten.
With my calculated grace
My every shuddering embrace
I've formed her gently like a mold
That never gives but only holds
Even though the liquid poured
Is melted crystal with no form.

She falls around me
A gentle gift that shatters whole
She's held so long
But now she's tearing at the folds.
Never made to last against the night
Silk that cannot hold itself upright
And left to rain and moths and wind
She pulls apart amongst the din
In patterns no one dares to see
She slowly drifts around just me.

Now she falls around me
A melted candle with no wick
A flame that has no where to sit
And so she falls
Although she's held herself so long
She only calls
My name out once before she fades
And all that's left of her are traces of my hate.

~Micaella, Aug 6th 2002