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meeting shelob

Alkaid Tsuki
I watched intently as
She danced before me
Upon her ropes of web so glossy.
​
She spun across her stringy net,
Leaping about like an acrobat,
Weaving a cord between her fingers that
Would keep her in the air.

She must have seen me watching,
And fearfulness was catching
Her by the limbs and snatching
​Her need to dance and spin.

She caught my hand as I reached out,
Her fangs exposed, a teapot spout
And, biting down, had cast me out
Of her playful garden.

They called her a baboon
In a spider’s 
cocoon,
Or so a few had told me.

Some lay the claim that
She is the same
As the creature Samwise trounces
​
To protect his master
From fatal disaster
In the pass of spider trenches.

I must admit
I am rather unfit
To answer people’s questions.

I cannot recall
The face that I saw,
But Shelob is not what beckons.

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