On a crooked night, the light fell down
There was an evil invader in the town
Darkness encompassed my world alone
No knocks on my door, no telephone
Outside weird noises prevailed around
Everyone inside only made muted sounds
Then came the sound of a high nightrider
Then began the slow descent of the spider
Webs flowed, catching everyone unaware
The spider gave all around a frightful scare
As it emptied the blood of victims one by one
Venom paralyzed each in its traps it had spun
Then the spider left as slowly as it had come
No human or animal was left when it was done
Like a fly in a web caught and never released
All in the town were left shells of deceased
Comments
This sounds like...
the script for one of those big-bug movies of the late fifties, early sixties, that I used to go see on Saturday afternoon, when I was a kid. I was scared to death that night, by the nightmares produced, but I was right back next Saturday for another one!
Thanks for the memories! ~ Geez.
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Thanks
Thanks Geezer.
Well done
This is how I see every spider that comes into my house! This was well constructed and the story flowed beautifully. Good job.
Thanks
Thanks RoseBlack. I always appreciate your comments.