The Cobweb Queen

(i know this poem looks quite long, buts not as long as it looks, i promise its only 800 words long which really isn't that long)

Her minions jump, sing and dance around
But to you or me
They are never seen
And never make a sound

On this cold dark night
Among a group of trick or treaters
Is a little girl in her majesty’s sight

The Spider Mother needed somewhere to live,
Somewhere to hide, someone who couldn't fight
So this little girl was just right

The girl was a pretty thing
With bottle green eyes
and light brown curls
Now sit back and watch as this story unfurls

By invisible hands, the girl was grabbed and draped
In a silky, spiderweb cape
For this poor child, it was too late

Suddenly, by some witchcraft
The little girl grows older
And as each year passes
Her personality grows colder and colder

She also a ghostly white crown
Where there should be gold is web and flies for jewels
Forced on her greying, light brown head
By a variety of creeps and ghouls

Spiders wait for command and around her
Monsters, ghouls and ghosts come to life
Eager to cause mayhem and strife

The creatures and beings of Halloween
Now scream, jump, screech and dance
Around their ghastly queen

Invisible, her majesty the Cobweb Queen
Looks at the innocent, confused trick or treaters
Searching for their friend she now inhabits
And comes up with a nasty scheme

Suddenly, the children ran
And one little boy's eyes fill up with tears
As his head is filled with
Nightmares of his worst fears

Then, the little boy grows
Tusks and warts like a boars
Along with grotesque scales
And sharp little claws

Now in dark corners
Is where he will lurk
Finding and changing others
To do the witch's evil work

The little boy is dead
Replaced by a horrible little daemon
Who is loyal to the Arachnid Wench
But new loyalties and old memories
Confuse him in the head

Around a table in some stolen great hall
The queen raises a toast and her creations shout their cheers
With every child she takes
With every phantom she makes
With every mother's heart she brakes
The more powerful she becomes
And she has not been this powerful in years
Now there's nothing she fears

The confused daemon
The one mentioned before
Eating his plate of goat guts and pigs gore
Was sitting at the long table
Happily listening to one of her gargoyles play a morbid song
He was the first of her creations
He was the first to realize that what he was doing
Was simply wrong

But she has many weapons at hand...
She has tricks, spells and can even peer in the mind
...Not to mention thousands of monsters, ghouls and other daemons
Under her command

Plus, there is a reason why we are scared of
Spiders and always have been
Because her children can also peer in the mind
And are spies and messengers for her majesty
The Cobweb Queen

After many hours of hopeless planning as he dinned
A stray thought popped into his mind
“Why does she only come out at night?”
After a further hour strolling, arranging his rebellious thoughts
“What could I possibly use to fight
His sane but warped daemon/child mind found the answer
“Off course, that's it! Sunlight!”
Then, his eyes widen
As her majesty comes into his sight
For only now does he remember
That she peers into minds
Which the hag does
And the many rebellious thoughts
She easily finds
Shocked, the witch cried
“What is the meaning of this!”He replied
“After all I’ve done and all I've seen
I no longer wish to worship the Cobweb Queen”
But she simply cackles and steps out the shade
Into the morning light

Unaffected by the morning she may seem
But this is not the case
Powerful she still is, though considerably weakened
Not missing the opportunity, comes the unexpected
Challenger she will have to face

Her vanity was her undoing
Standing in the light
Not the righteous daemon but the girl he majesty processes
Now begins to fight
A high pitched scream
Was heard from the cobweb queen
As the rays of sunlight hit her face
She began to disappear
Without a trace

Confused, the daemon did not
Know what to do
He could not go back to the life
Of the boy he barely knew
And he cannot live as he does now
Due to all the crimes he did too

So the daemon believed
It was his turn
So he stepped out the shade and
Smiled as the sun made him
Burn, burn, burn

All that was left was a crown,
A cobweb cape and a crying girl
With bottle green eyes
And light brown curls

The rising sun cast its beam
To mark the end of Halloween
All this has happened before
So believe me children and loving parents
It will all happen again

All he can do is stare
As he sits in the psychiatrist's chair
The daemons gone, but the boy is not
Surprisingly, he not only remembered but admired the righteous daemon
His only wish is that the burning, he'd forgot