(This poem is dedicated to Lady Niuri, the transforming Goddess
of Mystery and my beloved divine Mother, which is anything else
then a coldhearted spider)

A Spider's lullaby for a Defiant Moth

You challenged me, my Moth, when thinking nevermore,
meanwhile you turned away from me to learn forbidden lore.
When you ran away in hope to escape from my lair,
where you believed you would find only endless Despair.

But have you felt too how I watched over you all the years
How I counted each single one of your silent bitter tears
How I collected them until they filled a bottomless pool
When you realized you were nothing but a young fool.

When I weeped for myself for you saw nothing in me but hate
Meanwhile to give herself to her children is a spiders upmost fate.
Come home to me, my Moth, touch your cheeks accept my blood
my own devotion to you engulfing you like a tsunamis flood.

Turn away from your former life without a further single glance
Come back into my reign and let us start the nocturnal dance
Feel my arms around you like a Mothers soothing embrace
Succumb to my bite and feel the Deaths eternal grace.

Become one with me, do not fear the flame of transformation
For it will not be your end but the start of your recreation
The paining will fade and will be followed by a complete bliss
For you will die and be reborn under the flame of my kiss.

Black widows veil hiding now dark beauty and a chilling gaze
Your lips colder then ice now yet your kiss will set ablaze
Bring doom to them from now on instead of happiness
like a winternights Banshee steal away their last breath.

Cease to quest for the light where you find nothing but sorrow
Stop to listen to their lies for they never know a tomorrow
Return to me, my spider child, for you completed now your odyssey
Give up your defiance for you reached with me your final destiny.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Severin, in the year 127 MA.