The pen being mightier than the sword
I have heard thee thus I have stirred
To crawl from my crevassed hiding place
Creeping along the narrow passage and
Conquering that which has chained me
Unleashing that which has been caged
Confined and otherwise buried
Deep within the darkest regions it
Rises to the surface like cream
Unsoured and unspoiled
Oh sweet sweet resurrection
My web I weave as my hunger grows
Feel the tender pain of the spider's bite and
Feel the poison dart through thy veins as
That is thy reward - Maggie- 3/30/06
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