Being born of shadow he grows
Being consumer of shadow he grows
Strong and being stronger than shadow
He makes himself
The stress of change almost defeats him
It eats his blackness, the wombed albino
Paling him into the visible world
Losing the weight of the dark
He rises, clumsily climbing
Through the undergrowth
He falls, breaking leg after leg
He binds them two by two
His mind solidifies in sunlight
A brick of Will he climbs
Unkempt hairs fall from his fatness
Rendered by steepness, his fat
Falls from fat, he lengthens
Mimicking the limbs he climbs
His eyes pop like foam
In the light from the sun
The ends of his body fry and fray
Stomach knots, his web becomes
Sticky saliva that he spits
As he eats, no longer nightfly
Now the hanging fruits, tying
His belly in more binds
He slaps at his old prey
Bursting the hive against his skin
It is no wonder they, so angry
Sucked the poison from his sacs
He rises until he can rise no more
He stretches out his pedipalps
Expanded into hands
He stretches out his hinds
Now grown into toes
He comes to a lake, still and alone
He bares down all his rude longness
Upon his new corpus, his very own self
He says with new sonorant chord
'My gods: I have had my revenge'
