You flicker in a forest of dissent
The beacons that you shine are evident
But your weakness is your mortal frame
And affixed on these killing jars is your name
Now, you disappear just like fireflies
And the lack of light retakes the night
What have you really managed to change
When it all slides backwards anyway
Your bio-luminescent carapace
Marks you a target for the curious
You've strayed too far into their visual zone
Now, your business has become their own
We wish you
Would lighten
The darkness all around
But all these
Arachnids
Have feasted on your soul