Spider’s Lament

and now the world hangs
by a string -
this single, silken thread
glistening,
threatening.
the brood hatched
with the Hunter’s Moon
and has stolen away
while I slept,
finding, I pray,
the choicest dark corners.
I would meet them there
and see them off,
but even now I wane
and have not the will
to swing down
and down
and
down.