A POEM FOR THE DAY AFTER VALENTINE'S DAY

 Arachne's Song

I spin my web around and round,

Its silken threads securely bound.

Athena's gift, not meant as a blessing,

Has helped me to better my sweet caressing.

I use my punishment extremely well

To pull you into a delicate cell.

My weaving more wondrous than ever before

Mystifies men, so they call me whore.

Use whatever name you like,

I'll take off your head with a single bite.

But first my poison your struggling ends,

Numbness sets in, then to Hades you wend.

My pleasure leads to your deadly sleep,

Revenge for Leda, Philomela, and all who weep.

Come, Hermes, now ferry this one away,

I have performed my task for one more day.

Tomorrow I'll spin around and round

To bind another who'll never be found.

My web I'll spin to seize his heart,

And then my loving I'll impart.