When she set up to weave a tapestry,

Everyone who knew her said:

“It would be a masterpiece!

“Her adept hands exuding poetry,

“Her unparalleled treasure of silken threads,

“It has to be a masterpiece!”

She reached into her treasure box,

Full of joy, vivid colored treads.

Yet, bleak threads she picked again and again,

She wove an intricate web,

More intricate than a spider could never dream!

Did she know that she would be the devourer;

And the prey in the web?

Did she know that her loved ones,

Would be caught at the edges of the web?

The loved one whom-

She would have woven nothing but rainbows!

Did she know that she was weaving a web?? …

The Unpredictable