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
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,
Cautious not to damage his prize,
The coveted gleam mirrored in his eyes.
From the center out, he
Continues, weakening it square
Crack by crack,
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 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
Still, this most strange of elves cannot forget this
With his strange ways
And his eyes of ice-blue fire, so
She waits for him
Hesitantly, yet eager
To have her walls