A rigid vault where vivid hues gleam
A hardened crown at nature’s extreme
Eight clustered eyes ready to scan the air
And six-pointed horns to guard her lair.
A vivid gold and crimson-pointed crown
Above the tangled leaves of forest brown
Beneath, her hidden spinnerets align
To weave vault of the choicest design.
​Unmoving as a stone of polished glaze
Entrapping flight within a silk-spun maze
She is positioned at centre of the radial line
A classy master artisan of intricate design.
A web-weaver set upon a geometric grid
Where silent lethality lies so deftly hid.
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