A twisted tale the spiders weave

The ones that crawl out from his sleeve

The man whose face is made of webs

They critter-crawl into your head

Up your nose and in your ear

Skittering sounds are all you hear

As you fade away into a dream

Although you try you cannot scream

Venomous bites start to sting

As your ears begin to ring

The world fades darker all around

You fall back and sink into the ground

Deeper, deeper, down you fall

Into a blackness, dark as all

Paralyzed, you cannot run

Yet the nightmare’s only just begun

The Weaving Man has you now

As you slip into this dreamless cloud

He weaves his way into your mind

Tickling fears, each one he finds

His probing fingers spider webs

Dig and crawl inside your head

Finding each and every dread

And pulling on its twisted thread

You may believe it’s just a dream

Until you can’t fight the urge to scream

By then it will be too late

The weaving man has sealed your fate