In shadows deep where fears take flight,
A soul entangled, gripped by fright,
Arachnophobia, a web of dread,
Where every step is filled with dread.
Eight-legged phantoms in moonlit haze,
Evoke a shiver, a chilling craze,
Silent weavers in corners spin,
A terror that comes from deep within.
Their delicate dance, a macabre play,
In arachnophobia's night and day,
Heart races fast, breath catches still,
In the presence of creatures, a haunting chill.
Every rustle, every unseen thread,
Ignites the fear, the soul is led,
To realms where nightmares freely crawl,
In arachnophobia's haunting thrall.
Yet bravery lies in facing the fear,
In understanding what brought it near,
For in the heart where courage gleams,
Arachnophobia fades, replaced by dreams.
Rodeyo
