Sense Sonnet - Chiller

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The sun is just starting to rise,
As I am walking through the trees.
Suddenly, in front of me lies
A shroud fluttering in the breeze.
The early dawn light does display
A web of some kind draping through
The woods, covering the pathway.
I near to get a better view.
Silky white, like fresh fallen snow,
Shimmering strands enticing touch.
A sticky hold will not let go.
I am enveloped in its clutch.

I am stuck and cannot break free.
I hear something moving toward me.