One night I spied a spider fair. Upon the wall it sat

She was a tiny mistress there; Not tall. Nor was she fat

Within myself I felt the need for unity with she

And felt the same from her to me. Desiring it be

But I paused to ponder first, though did not look to "why?"

For in an act of unity no thing can truly die

A short time passed. She persisted, still in need

And so I was decided then to plant her as a seed

Into myself I took her life, in holy Willed embrace

As we kissed a kiss of death, behind a serene face

Truly told she turned to gold. The transformation right

Within me now she'll ever dwell by virtue of the bite

Though Love's call is heard by all, it's answered by the few

But in kind you may yet find a Spider within you