gossamer of master

i'm the silk thread of my master

the bridge, the rope, the house.

he controls me.

i'm his armor.

he's wandering under the sun

to chase a food.

yet silent in the night

waiting for food.

i am made as the trap
whoever kisses me will become fool.

...now you are here.

feel the advent of my master.

i can see the grimace of you.

i hear your groan.

...and finally, you are devoured

by the spider-my master.

i'm talking to your soul...

you are foolish!