I open the rusty latch on the barn door.
The moment I step inside, I feel sick.
I can see the old wooden chest in the corner.
I raise my hands over my head,
making sure I don’t run into a spider’s web
As the light shines through, it produces a new clue.
A web hangs in the corner of the barn.
“Are u scared? The spider seems to ask.”
Why am I scared when it’s just a thread?
A design of beauty, with a deadly scare.
The closer I get, my heart beats faster,
Just another second, won’t matter.
Felling uneasy, with each step I take,
I get chills down my spine and sweat on my face.
The large web glistens up high over my chest,
I just can’t, I can’t take another step.
The spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest.
Whatever it is, it's not so bad 