spyingcrab..

You speak of love, yet hint at dead.

with neither mercy, tear, nor plea, you've spun a tangled web for me.

who is this soul you mourn instead? pray, tell this crab. just who lies dead?

my claws are small, my mind sincere.

one little hint,

the hint we give

the brown, the blue, and the gold

also found where often cold

we sspeak with them most frequently

i do not ask who met their end; that truth, at least, i comprehend.

the question left, the knot untied: if this is real... then who applied

we dance in the shadows

alive, alive

or at least what do we know

Outside, outside

for truth, for truth, has naught to hide.

alive, alive, or so you claim...

but who stepped out, and who remained?

outside, outside... you speak of when.

it reaches out

a piece that fits

letss go that route

the piece, the piece,

beloved and small

has gone missing before

it is missing you all

the match, the match,

struck bright is burning

maybe not dead,

You speak of love, yet hint at dead.

with neither mercy, tear, nor plea, you've spun a tangled web for me.

who is this soul you mourn instead? pray, tell this crab. just who lies dead?

my claws are small, my mind sincere.

one little hint,

the hint we give

the brown, the blue, and the gold

also found where often cold

we sspeak with them most frequently

i do not ask who met their end; that truth, at least, i comprehend.

the question left, the knot untied: if this is real... then who applied

the result iss not what we had meant

by careful choice, or chance astray?

whose hands now bear the heavier stain? the one who struck, or one who came?

we thought it would be fun, you see

but we cant

the best of poems are rarely planned. they bloom by heart, not guided hand.

the one we have taken

they’ll be gone ssoon

be not mistaken

maybe you’ll find who

maybe you’ll find how

wass it at the time of contact

is it buried in what was said, or hiding where the silence led? point me east, or point me blue just enough to follow through.

we the collective wish to be friendsss

My people speak in calls and cries, Each note alive with truth disguised. A language shaped by kin and sky, With warnings, names, and lullabies.

we do not mock

we sseek the start. we seek the sspace

we sseek the one who is in this place

the theoriess are rampant, they all think they know

we crawl from the darknesss, will the light show?

the collective iss curiouss

the sspiderss approve

they are watching you closely

You watch from walls, I rule the sea. Our paths were never meant to be. Your webs may trap the foolish fly, My tide will wash your kingdom dry.

So watch me closely, if you dare. The ocean knows no web to snare. For when the tide begins to rise...

The spider hides.

we the collective wish to be friendsss

My people speak in calls and cries, Each note alive with truth disguised. A language shaped by kin and sky, With warnings, names, and lullabies.