Ethereal Chronicles

Tell me Arachne
Do you feel better than I
With eight long legs to bear
And eight sorrowful eyes
Finest weaver in Greece
Craft your stories and lands
Let them all stare with awe
At your delicate hands
Taint my gift
Taint your heart
It was not very smart
From humanity now
You must tearfully part

Tell me Arachne
Do you feel better than I
Now you're stripped of your pride
Of your ignorance
And your lies
Born from them such a hideous beast
Quench my revenge
Give my fury a feast
Was it worth it the end
To become what you seek

May you take it as a lesson
Put your new skills to the test
Is this not what you wanted
To be the very best?