Death of a Fly

The spider and its cobweb weave
So oft a doomed fly's destiny change.
Once caught, the fly will try to leave,
Not out of spite, nor for revenge.

The web becomes the fly's new life:
Survival now its only dream -
Reason and intuition now at strife,
As struggling thoughts begin to teem.

Were it to choose to try its best
And try to find a hidden way,
To put th' unthinkable to test...
Then fail to see another day.

Or should it try to hold belief
Into the teachings of its kind,
Accepting death with some relief
Knowing no chance was left behind.

The path the fly will take means naught.
Its death approaches speedily
And in the end, it remains caught -
To be devoured greedily.

-by Griffith Jorsend

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 308 AF.