There was a girl with seven legs
dark black eyes shaped like eggs
She ruled over spiders, her only companions
They understood her heart, like canyons.
Caught in a web of loneliness and despair,
she called out to them when she was feeling scared.
A gentle soul, a beautiful heart
Pisces was reflected in her chart.
She dreamed by day, she dreamed by night,
to escape the confines of her life.
She saw just how the others played,
while instead of joining she stood at bay.
But one day someone knocked upon her door
she creeped a peak, her eyes filling with adore.
her cheeks aflushed,
and gathered courage
focusing on her wordage.
He smiled kindly, poised refinedly
a friend she made, and with her he stayed.
But one dark melancholy night
he gave her a sudden fright
when he wailed her name
and to his bedside she came.
With wide eyes upon his gut,
crimson sheets, fluid continuing to jut
she pressed her hands firmly against his skin
thinking who could commit such a sin
he grabbed her wrist
eyes filled with mist
“I have always been dead,
but I’m glad I met you.”
and whispered adieu.