The Spider the Snake and the Crow

A spider ebbes back and forth against her web so as to mimic the reverberating tension of those once ensnared. She cannot handle the loneliness of it. She cannot understand how she is more like her prey now than ever before.

A starving snake desperately weaves his tale through his own fangs, consumed by consumption, birthing fire. He cannot handle his hunger. He cannot understand why his is hungrier now than he was before.

Somewhere in the distance a crow’s final chord is struck and the symphony is lost. He called to birth the sunrise like the calling of the lark, surprised when only Death arrived to sing his final mark.

Reviews

[Rye]

Wow, so intriguing and quite interesting.

[Jas]

This is very intriguing. I can see the spider the snake and the crow. It's like I can feel their emotions through your writing, I love it

[TheRavensWoods]

Your work always sounds like an old story told to a group of people around a fire. I adore your work; there is a deep comfort for me in your words. Your words paint a picture that is vivid, dark and hauntingly beautiful. Amazing work by you again.