He yearned, his carcass bellowed
And plunged to kill the feast.
So thin, (the width of paper)
He withered, seared to taper.
So dappled, purple limbs,
And gruesome, bloodshot eyes
Was all he was when he smiled
Died to walk the extra mile.
Every shuttered course he journeys
Every dim route he’ll choose,
Becomes an utter tinge of burning
Lost all hope of returning.
Lurking like the widowed spider
Shadows concealing all the fear.
He has crossed the thick divider
Into the darkness deep inside her.