Mistress of Words

Verse 1

Oh deepest mistress of spiders. The words escape me, please return them. I have been of quality, making the words and stories in your glory.

My fictions have been narratively complex, my romances webs of passion and madness. Why do you rob me of my mind and my verbosity? I see and recognise the signs, and watch you bless my rivals.

Have my sacrifices not been adequate? Copies of the Greater Design binding written on pressed greshire and burned. Syrup consumed under a full moon. And yet it is Antonio who is brought to creative nirvana. I still wish Binding fungus would take his work.