Thursday photo prompt: Web #writephoto
Inside the broken castle walls
An ancient suit of armour stands empty
Her silken thread weaving, time passing
Long lost fairy tales hidden beneath her touch
Great battles lose their meaning
When our lack of immortality
Can clearly be seen
By a tiny arachnid, doing what she does best
Laying a blanket of silk across all she sees
With no heed to what lies beneath
She cares not for time passing
Break her web, find a treasure waiting.
©anitadawes
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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