Arachnid Dreams - a poem

Standing on the edge of the fortress high, you looked down and saw a net -

shining silver, gossamer bright and weightless floating next to the wall.

And you jumped like you had a bungee cord and fell below.

Landing on soft silk, sweet like honey, it smelt. You closed your eyes and dreamt
arachnid dreams of spinning rainbows and flying babies, 
of parachutes upon the wind and limitless horizons.

Now awake you try to move - to escape this bed;  

A foot, a hand, your hair embellished with the dew - all stuck.

No longer free to run - tied spread eagle like Fay Wray but ignorant of the lurking beast.

You do not scream; you do not even struggle.

Spidey will not let you go - your blood is beckoning her.

In the dark you'll find

Eight glowing eyes upon you, eight legs to bind you, eight merciless horns.

You’re her favorite dish: fat with life and light - nourished well since childhood.

You’re the tastiest treat and already a trophy hung upon her webbed wall.

Turn your head and see the graffeti of her other victims

They spew hate and twisted words, the truth has never touched them

Be afraid of what you will become once your life is drained and gone.  

Don’t surrender - you have an option:

Call upon the name you know, the only one Salutem.