On candystripe legs the spiderman comes,Softly through the shadow of the evening sun,Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead,Looking for the victim shivering in bed,Searching out fear in the gathering gloom andSuddenly,A movement in the corner of the room,And there is nothing I can do,When I realise with fright,That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight! Lyrics from 'Lullaby' By the Cure - (a beautifully scary song) Poor little thing, It doesn't look like she has much chance of escaping. She's too tangled, too stuck. Poor thing, there is no escape, and all she can hear is his footfalls, and his whispered, haunting lullaby. I hope there is some hope for her, but it seems unlikely. Intended to be a story, eventually. This picture didn't actually come from the song, the link was made later, but I think it fits perfectly.