To kill a spider
"Red siders, red spiders
Anonymous glow...
Dark siders, dark nighters,
Where will you go...
A poem of riddles,
A singing of crimes...
The cherry haired lady,
The leader of times...
An Umbrella contagion,
All leading to hills...
Where do you get,
Your vicarious thrills...
A demon of Omen,
And without a doubt...
You have nothing,
To carry about."
Poetry