tiny angel
in a spider's web
to thee i pledge
my sword
to slice through strands
of blackest silk
and in the night
stand guard
o'er one so pure
whose eyes reflect
a heart song's
sad refrain
'till the beast
who would devour you
by thine own word
is slain

 

 

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