Spiderglass

Basking in golden rays, a spider spins her thread No storms to chase her off, no thunder to dread Hunger calls, legs stretch wide, on the hunt she'll go A cricket near, instincts rise, the world moves slow Eight legs trace the earth, weaving paths in the sun The forest hums softly, no battles to be won I stalk the cricket's rhythm, a whisper in the air Its steps pulse like basslines in my feet, aware Life in the wild, simple and free The earth is my canvas, the sky shelters me No walls, no bounds, just soil and grass I'm the queen of the hunt—Spiderglass The world flipped over, a dome of glass Darkness closed in, the moment won't pass A giant's breath thundered, warm winds in my cup I clung to the edges as the walls closed up The beats of his footsteps syncopate and rise A rhythm of chaos under curious skies Caught in the unknown, fear's icy clasp The hunt fades away in Spiderglass No longer free, no soil, no sky But my will remains—I'll survive, I'll try A shift again, into the light I'm thrust The scent of water, no mud, no dust A pause, a quake, the air turns tight Legs twitch as silence breaks into light The pulse builds higher, shadows collide Then stillness falls—and I'm alive inside The cricket's song greets me, a shimmering sight Legs twitch and rise in the dim soft night A hunger stirs—this world provides A pond reflects my gaze, where wonder collides No rainstorms here, no chaos to fight Just endless calm and artificial light The giant's hand brings food and peace A rhythm grows steady, my fears release Yet one small gripe—the music booms loud Its thundering beats shake the earth in my shroud I feel the pulse in my feet each night But safety's a trade for the sonic plight This glassy world, it cradles me A sanctuary carved by curiosity No storms, no bounds, just soilless grass I've found my throne in Spiderglass The hunt resumes, the cycle repeats Instincts drive on, her nature complete Spiderglass holds her, but still she dreams Of soil and sky, her golden streams