Brown Recluse

Hide no longer, my child

under cover of midnight.

Strip yourself of silk guile.

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Weave no longer, my child

your disorderly web in-sight.

Rest your hands for awhile.

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Climb no longer, my child

upon slack strings of sunlight.

Brave the earth, three eyes wild.

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Hunt no longer, my child

they now know of your famed bite.

Set loose a thread and smile

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