2010
01.08
01.08
A gray woman
Sits unmoving in dark chambers
All her body draped in webs
The spiders tend her tapestry
Does she live? Sleep?
Is her spirit chained?
The skin a garment
What moves between shown in their weaves
When Meln’k is gone
Realms fold
The Woman Enwebbed
Lifts her head at last
Too deep in truth
Realms will cull
You may not like what you find
You may not like what you awaken.
[...] I confess I never pried this answer from Meln’k herself. I suspect it a reference to The Woman Enwebbed, but cannot be certain until the Woman [...]