title : softly come the spiders 
Author:  darkstar 
E-mail: clone347@aol.com 
Classification: poetry, post-episode 
Spoilers: Existence 
Keyword: Krycek, character death, traces of Krycek-Marita relationship 
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please. 
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Krycek. He would still be alive. 
But since Fox owns him and has decided to kill him 
off, I will cherish only his memory. And his clone, 
but let's not go there. 

Summary: The thoughts after the darkness. 

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softly come the spiders 
darkstar 

krycek point of view 
post-Existence 
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  Softly come the spiders, 
gliding silver-black through the dark, 
wrapping in silk shrouds my newly fallen shoul. 
Softly comes the silence 
when the heartbeat fades away; 
I have never been afraid of dead sound, 
but neither have I been dead to soun. 
Softly, softly, comes the darkness. 
Softly dies the light. 

   Softly come the spiders, 
sinking fangs into a paralyzed mind, 
dissolving the thoughts; no dead men are sane. 
Softly comes the fall 
when the earth spins out form beneath; 
The starlight burns fleshless hands 
or is this just the memory of flame? 
Softly, softly comes the madness. 
Softly dies the mind. 

     Softly come the spiders, 
siphoning the memories from their shells, 
gorged fat on life until only the rind remains. 
Softly comes the regret, 
the feeble attempt to reconstruct her face; 
a thousand liquid images of 
eyelids and irises and curves of lips in shadow. 
Softly, softy comes the emptiness. 
Softly dies the past. 

(Dance, dance for me, Salome 
and let us see once more who is slave 
and who is free 
and I hope I swear I pray 
that it is you....) 

Softly, softly, come the spiders. 
   Softly now, I die.