And then the stiches above The ceiling, plants and canvas Perfectly woven white dove Masterpiece and class
What a trap it would be A house of crochet No man couldn't see The art of great Arachne
Because man couldn't ignored The old tale that conjure How that maiden was turned To wove with abhor
Her time still ticking She rebukes goes crocheting Arts in web boned Where hatred was doomed
Her queen will still rise To revenge her demise Thin layers of thread Trapped --- you're dead!