The story of the spider

The spider, one day, awoke too soon

Looked around himself, to find him all alone

And, perhaps, resigning to the state of his fate

Closes his many eyes, one by one

Till for a moment, they all remain shut

And he sees in this darkness

Worlds of webs intricate and magical

Like none he ever made, like none he ever saw

And twists his fangs, into what may be a smile

Thus did he open his eyes, all at once

And 'lo!

Afore him did he see

A see of mosquitoes, invading his privacy

With sadistic smiles, and echoes of mocking cries

As they did then, in their own cruel method

Fall upon him, and sucked the damned venomous juices from his fangs

And spat into his nether crevice of silk

And sucked from his body, their yet-undigested brothers

Thus did end, the Story of the Spider

As said by impromptu I