The Webs once Spun;
I have seen Undone
yet damage not their Spinners
To glorious Queens of this Autumn Age
a Litany offered before grand display
of these finest silver woven wonders
With respect made plain;
a last delicate tendril lifted from furled brow
considerate of entanglement lessons gleaned
I am free; I Am Free!
no longer these mortal webs shall encumber me
and though I loathe not
those that sought to bind
be mindful we no more shall meet
lest it be sincerely understood
the Merry Part offering
of our Sacred greet.
S.B. 9.18.2022
Into the Mystic 