Feathers hanging solemnly,
Strings stretched and connected,
Beads of various colors align,
AllÂ woven inside a wooden loop,
A human-made web for insects of darkness.
Souls that are at ease,
Shadows curdling and thirsting fear,
Closing in with bony hands,
But a beam of light appears before the web,
A wind pulling the Beings of darkness in,
Stumbling and holding ground,
Trapped within the strings,
Screeching in agony, pleading for mercy.
Helios rising from his daily duty,
His beaming rays catching the strings,
Heat sensations to the Beings,
The screaming and grinding of teeth,
Darknessâ€™s creatures dissolved to nothing,
A soul safe under the umbrella,
An invisible spider,
Waiting to trap its preys in the Dark
And feed on its suffering and pain
For the good of starry sky dreams.