Within Her Web

A Magnus Archives Fan Song for Annabelle Cane. Lyrics: Mother dearest might extend, to you a hand. Dear trusted friend. Invisible like fishing line, She’ll weave a thread, your soul to bind. She doesn’t pull with some great force Just gently guides you in your course. In the web of why’s complex array Who knows just why you act this way? Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet Was quite content and then She spied a lovely spider Held the world within her web Little miss muffet gained a new couplet The weaver went away But left a thread behind her Just to tug another day You were a useless, empty cup She’s dumped you out and filled you up With servants of her grand design With many legs and spinning lines Why not let your struggle ebb? Relax in a cocoon of web Come dear and rest your burdened soul Aren’t you weary of control? Little miss muffet strung like a puppet Hands above her head Pulled by the spider sitting beside her The world within her web Little miss muffet, searched for the culprit But never saw the lines Or thought of the spider spinning behind her Out of sight and out of mind Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet Quite Content and then she Spied a Lovely Spider held the world with her web Web, held the world within her web Web, held the world within her web Held the world within her, held the world within her, Held the world, within her web