The Fae Lovers (A channeled Poem)

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of the faeries

There was a sullen prince whose evil father had 

Left the kingdom in tatters 

And his mother had died long before 

Thus did he have no one to count upon

He knew he needed to marry

But there was not a single noble left

That would have him due to his reputation

A reputation that he had not even spun himself

Despite soon being king of the spiders

For you see, he loved the dark of caves

And spun webs of beautiful silk

But the other faeries believed it was 

In order to catch them in it and eat them

In reality, he just wanted to show his craftsmanship and artistry

One day, a young caterpillar became ensnared in his web 

After she crept far too close in maidenly curiosity

She struggled in the line

Unsure if this was her end 

So she cried out 

The spider felt her struggling and heard her cries

And came running to see what was the matter

But in her fear, she saw him as a predator

She managed to throw herself from the web 

Before she could be caught

The spider prince, having never seen such 

A strange green creature was perplexed

But the fear she showed him made his heart hurt

Such similarity in being, but even she ran when she laid eyes upon him

A day later, the depressed spider prince found 

The strings of his web were resonating again

And again, he found the green creature, but this time

Something was different about her

She was melting

“Lift me up, my Lord, so that I can apologize

Before I die”

“For what, little pupae? You’ve done me no wrong

And you are not dying, but evolving” 

“Am I? Oh to be grateful of such beauty! 

But oh Lord, for you have spun

So beautiful a web and I not only destroyed it

But I hurt your heart as well,” she replied.

Astonished by the young bug’s empathy

The spider prince descended the web

To study her features well. 

She was green and round and slinky

Much like all spineless caterpillars

“You are feeble and naive

Someone will gobble you up,” he said,

Recognizing the rarity of her honesty.

“I shall protect you while you

Go into chrysalis. I will stand as your guard.”

“Thank you, my Lord. You are

The most kind.” She crawled beneath the 

Legs of the spider prince and began

To cast her weaving 

Over the months, the spider prince

Did not dare leave her

He stood over her and did not eat

Growing thin and frail, angry and spiteful

The others that once did entreat him

Now grew wary

Soon, a day came however, that the pupae

Burst

Out of a sludge of tar emerged the most

Magnificent creature of all: a blue-green moon moth

With antenna like feather dusters and a soft 

Cloak of downy fur around her thin neck

When she was born and saw the spider prince

Still standing above her, starving and frail

She was horrified and pained. 

Before his life could slip from grasp 

She used one of his pedipalps 

To pierce her breast and drain some of her essence

From then onward, they were always connected

In every life

In every fate

No matter race or species

Creed or place

Evil or good

Death or life

In each life, no matter the cost

He always asked her to be his wife

And they lived happily ever after

Even when they didn’t

Because an end is only an end

If you don’t have the perspective

Of where the next story begins