Cocoon of the Spider

Summary: It is not always best to take what one wants.

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I do not own Artemis, Holly, or their muddled relationship. I just twist them into metaphors. 

 

Cocoon of the Spider

 

Hearts of shining gold left

Out in the midnight air

Are destined to be stolen

By wandering fingers, sticky with the blood

Of a twilight scare

Yet not one can crack

The showcase cube of bright glass

Taunting the experts gathered ‘round

Throbbing a siren’s whisper on the wind

 

Who can resist a challenge so bold?

Who can resist the temptation?

Both sides of the scale have tried  

And failed to leave even the

Faintest of silk threads

On the surface of the clear shell, still

Glinting with the sun

In the smothering dark

 

One man

A Nevermore raven, with the air of an emperor

And a longing for the most precious of metals thriving

Sees the challenge, and declares he will succeed –

Many older, more experienced than he have

Walked away crippled,

But he is determined to be the first

To melt emotions bare.

 

He works carefully,

With precise,

Tedious,

Calculated movements,

Cautious not to damage his prize,

The coveted gleam mirrored in his eyes.

Slowly,

From the center out, he

Continues, weakening it square

Inch

By inch,

Crack by crack,

Corner

By

Corner,

Trust

By

Trust

Until . . .

 

He laughs out loud

As the armor shatters into tiny shards of fractured

Light, for the man who has lost no battles

Has the heart of solid gold within his white-knuckled grasp,

Within his reach;

 To touch,

To hold,

To treasure,

To love alone,

Forever and always;

But he cannot,

For the glare has blinded him as well.

 

So instead, he melds a key

With fingers sticky with blood

And swift from locks picked free

To not claim his prize, but ask for a gift.

It takes years of painstaking labor

And others swipe a turn at the bulwark

She has rebuilt around her gold

Heart.

Still, this most strange of elves cannot forget this

Strange man

With his strange ways

And his eyes of ice-blue fire, so

She waits for him

Hesitantly, yet eager

To have her walls

Fall

At last.

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  1. Ah, cool! Gave me the (good) chills up my spine. Perfect 4 halloween.

  2. the huntress (or tress) November 5th, 2012 at 10:38 pm 2

    Erhmahgerd.
    This…
    WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS MAKE MY FAVORITES??? WHY DON’T I MAKE THIS QUALITY STUFF???
    Sniffle Sniffle.
    So symbolic, so intricate… sigh.
    5 *s, and faves. (That last line is becoming quite cliched)

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