As Spiders in a Web

Threads trembling the pulse of a dying star. Silver veins stretched thin the twin sparks of an oncoming car! Fragile as a lie whispered at midnight the air crackles stillness a map of hunger, waiting… Of beauty so precise it bleeds eyes like black shadows hollow reflection sparkles in the dark. In rhythms & rage make silence scream, step! Into dances between what is & is not a symphony composed of fear and insanity. Bodies twitch, shadows ripple somewhere. A soul quivers in fire Its wings caught the darkest caress. Of a perfect trap, a final embrace the web glistens in morning's breath dew-like tears that forgot their treason. A crystal grave, beauty sleeps in the jaws of all that feeds something waits, unheard. Painting the dark, designs unformed creating order from the chaos! Of things delicate monstrosities intricate atrocities! Understand that beauty lies in the stillness of horror in the perfection of prey. Whispers of the night across the air a silent orchestra conducting shadows spinning gossamer glass shards. Fragile, dangerous, beautiful a map of hunger catches the sliver of moonlight. Into a constellation, broken dreams inhaling the mist of dying stars exhaling the sigh of one's clipped wings. Silence in screams, their eyes glinting black diamonds glisteninG the thrill of the inevitable. But there is beauty in horror the violence of creation destruction so tender. How the light flares within the darkness a passing of a car a tapestry is woven in the pulse of a dying star.