Arachne: Poetry

I am a Spider
upon the Wheel of Time,
weaving a web
of wakened eyes

A warning to All
within the stark sublime 
how they may seal
their own demise

For I have learned mortality
in the space of immortal breath;
and I sense the brutality
in being spared from Death

So Minerva I summon thee
to see my aged wisdom as proof,
that I have served adequately
for the transgressions of my youth:

Absolution.

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