A Beautiful Phobia

Arachne
What beautiful threads you weave

Bringing a goddess
To her knees
But, your arrogance is both
A blessing and a curse

It's best not to tango
With the gods
Especially Athena
She has a wicked way

I'm sure you've heard stories
Of Medusa
And of how beautiful she was
Now no man dares look upon her
Without fear of living stoned

Heed my words
Before challenging the goddess
To prove her skills to you

She destroyed your life's work
In a rage
I heard you were distraught
And hung yourself

Now I see
Arachne you're still alive
Weaving beautiful threads
In the corners
Of my living room