Gloaming was the lune that night
How it vied for crimson spill
And it saunters in the dark with light
This light could never fill
Glittering were the ‘rachnids
Everything to slink and creep
Darkly shaded, the trees stood slanted
Of souls so many the wind they sweep
Gloaming was the scarlet pool
Into the dead of the dawning night
A place so un-sane to you it fools
That you never may see light