Tolkien’s
Shelob the Spider
“…a great malice bent upon him…gloating over…prey
trapped beyond all hope of escape.”
-Tolkien, The Two Towers
A poisonous lump of flesh in
malignant repose
Her lair all befouled with
scraps of souls
In life sought out with her
multiplex eyes
Her Sauron-eyes - it was the
hopes that died first
Should a sunbeam shine in, it
would be darkened
Should a breath of air waft in,
it would be poisoned
Should a sprig of green appear,
it would be withered
Should a prayer be whispered, it
would be cursed
A poisonous lump of flesh in
malignant repose
Within whose realm of hate
nothing ever grows
(allusions
to The Two Towers and Beowulf)
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