In the House of Spiders

The House of Spiders

In the House of Spiders
I am dreaming of his breath
How he takes me ever closer
To the precipice of death
How his fingers brush me lightly
How his lips move at my ear
In this silent House of Spiders
I am lost within my fear
He has blessed me with his presence
In the dark and deadly night
And he has touched my living spirit
Like a raven taking flight
I’m a slave to his entreaties
I’m in awe of his dread stare
I’m a dancer to his melody
That fills the sacred air
And all of this is dreaming
Both the dreamer and the dreamed
Whilst in the House of Spiders
Dream and dreamer are redeemed.

© Tracy Angelina Evans ~ 14 July, 2010