Skittering spiders, oh what a fright,
Conspiring together, all through the night,
Creeping and crawling, with eight beady eyes,
Concocting their plans, to my surprise.

They scuttle and scamper, across the floor,
A web of conspiracy, I can't ignore,
Whispering secrets in their tiny chatter,
I'm convinced they're after me, it's no matter.

From dark corners and crevices they emerge,
Their tiny legs tapping, a sinister dirge,
A spider conspiracy, I'm sure it's true,
They're plotting and scheming, and all against you!

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Phaestian, in the year 956 AF.