An open window breathes the air,
as moonbeams shine their light,
A stillness never heard before,
plays soft and drowns the night.


Shadows move amongst the walls,
in darkness there is light.
Reflecting forms I cannot see,
strange beings haunt my sight.


The window sill with painted rust
the spider with its prey,
Listen, can you hear the sound?
Its Web begins to play.

Copyright/Tanasra