Older Than the Dark Lord and Hungrier (Shelob)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your eight legs spell geometry across the dark,
each joint a compass finding home in stone,
proprioception tuned so fine you feel the tremor
of ten thousand threads before they break,
your web a mirror held up to the world—
every vibration is a name, a song, a feast.

[Chorus]
You are the architect of appetite,
the spinner who remembers every thread,
your touch is mathematics made of silk,
and I am caught, but not afraid,
because your hunger is your honesty,
and beauty lives in what you've bled to make.

[Verse 2]
Your venom floods the synaptic pathways of your prey,
paralyzing choice before the scream arrives,
while your own neurons fire in perfect synchrony—
theta waves that map the shape of every vibration,
axonal branches reaching through your body
like roots remembering the taste of earth and time.

[Chorus]
You are the architect of appetite,
the spinner who remembers every thread,
your touch is mathematics made of silk,
and I am caught, but not afraid,
because your hunger is your honesty,
and beauty lives in what you've bled to make.

[Bridge]
Your cortical remapping knows no fear,
each meal a conversation with your own survival,
your silk pressed out in pure predictive coding—
you know where everything will fall before it falls,
and that's not cruelty, that's devotion,
that's the oldest love song ever sung.

[Chorus]
You are the architect of appetite,
the spinner who remembers every thread,
your touch is mathematics made of silk,
and I am caught, but not afraid,
because your hunger is your honesty,
and beauty lives in what you've bled to make.

[Outro]
Your web still glistens in the dark,
each strand a vow in silver tension,
and I am trembling in the threads.

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**WORD COUNT: 278 words** ✓