The Spider Princess (A Fantasy Chroicle) by Valerie Parente
There once lived a Spider Princess,
deep in the catacombs,
the tombs were her kingdom,
where she reaped what was sewn.
Some say she was enchanted,
some say she was cursed,
finding patterns in everything,
making webs out of words.
She conjures the ancient wisdom,
that belonged to the spiders,
having studied their magic,
and all they’ve inspired.
These webs that she made,
were connected to the dead,
bound by silver cords,
to create spiritual webs.
She sees the interconnection,
all is eternal, all never ends,
like star maps and constellations,
there’s always a common thread.
When loved ones came to grieve,
in the glorious underground shrine,
the Spider Princess bestowed gifts,
tapestries beyond space and time.
Every mother, every father,
every widow in the village,
came to the Spider Princess,
begging to send a message.
Over the years the Princess learned,
more often than you’d expect,
it wasn’t the dead needing to be heard,
it was the ones who were left.
Just the words “I’m okay”,
“All is well, you can rest”,
were enough to relieve the living,
when she wove her silver webs.
It was a heavy duty, for sure,
but the Spider Princess didn’t mind,
she knew how important words were,
for those who are still alive.
– Valerie Parente (4-10-2021)