Fiddleback Weaver

The work of the fiddleback weaver
Stretched from the earth to the sun
Swaying, then still, from the Heavens until
Touching her from which it was spun
On the work of the fiddleback weaver
Two strangers connected by fate (fate)
Crying, confided, moments before dying
The hour of their life grows late
But they’ll laugh under the moon
Before being consumed
By the fiddleback weaver
Who’s constructing their doom
And they’ll laugh under the moon
Before being consumed
By the fiddleback weaver
Who’s constructing their doom
Suspended, the fiddleback weaver
Descends from the Heavens above
The merciless goddess feeds on the bodies
Of strangers connected by love
But they’ll laugh under the moon
Before being consumed
By the fiddleback weaver
Who’s constructing their doom
By the fiddleback weaver
Who’s constructing their doom