Walk the perimeter of the web well

Not a sojourn is entrance, but a spell

What lies within, encrypted hell

Life therein, less than tenuous

Within the web, only silence, extinction

Are assurances, take no chances

By the silk laced thread, be not lured

A weave patterned to intrigue, deceive

As a psychological draw, it's big league

Coercion laced with adhesive doom

Are all that is spun, from that loom

The web master will ultimately reign

Beware this superb, one-way train

The spider's architecture ensures

Escape, is merely, an exercise in vain

Ghostly remains in mute testament

Witness to the spider's game