Webs

Webs

We spend a lifetime spinning the web

Only to spend the next unraveling each thread.

Pleasing are those saccharine lies

Until they poison each and every last firefly.

Until nothing remains but black swarms and blight—

A dark shadow masking an even darker night.

If you find that old needle you lost to the Styx,

Would you sew your new home beneath this eclipse?

Do you thread your last light through the eye of the storm

Or do you light a new path through

The ire of swarms.