Spider
- Theresa Baxter
- Oct 2, 2023
- 1 min read

Like spiders webs their traps are thin
Tis best to draw their sweet prey in
Yet strong as chains those hanging strands
When puzzled box falls into hands
In search of pleasures so forbidden
The path to them is deeply hidden…
Yet foolish is naive thrill-seeker
Who opens door to world much bleaker
Is ripped apart and left for dead
Until revived by hand that bled
Brazen in their limp escape
The Keepers of the Haunt will traipse
In search of soul that pushed too far
From Hell they come to where you are
Such ghouls they make your nightmares cry
There’s nothing left but wait to die
Caught in web, condemned you’ll be
Trapped like fly, in agony
The Cenobites, cannot be tamed
They know not pleasure, nor fear pain
So best to leave that gold cube locked
Don’t follow path those fools have walked -
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There’s nothing worth the hurt that lays there
Beyond our world, beware Hellraiser!
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