Whisprin to Spiders

I couldn’t read his head
He wasn’t what he said
He never spoke to openly
And he never had his share
Because he wasn’t what he said
And I couldn’t read his head

I shook him by the hand
This dark and covered man
His didn’t stand that tall
And he wore his hands small
Because he held so tight
To what he held inside
I shook him by the hand
As a dark and covered man

Whispering to Spiders
Earth-ovens full of birds
Air-ships above my head
And darkness in the woods

In a room of solid flame
Where dramas whip their tales
In amongst the brimstone fire
A smile that held the hour
And no matter how
Close I could get
It wouldn’t tell me how
Just why to get out.