A Gentle Death

My sister asks me to rid her of a spider a small Black eight legged little thing I reach for the sandal on my foot and I say an apology to him for I know the sin I am set to commit "You have spun webs on my walls and trekked through the halls of my house And you have starled us Like your brothers and sisters and mother's before you I am a killer too and so are you there is only one innocent individual here and is not you He stares at me and all his eyes shift and sway at me "I spin webs because I must And I kill because I must If I were to count every shade of blood on my hands I would have a rainbow but if you were to count of shade, how long until you can name them no longer? if you ever stop counting at all? I kill because I must, what excuse do you uphold to justify your murder? If I spun webs of gold Or had two eyes instead of one and a pink tongue instead of venomous fangs you would not kill me and may not let me stay but you would show me out or show me mercy if I was different? If I was not a spider?" that day he did not die I grabbed the most peaceful weapon I could hold a glass and a napkin I kindly showed him the garden outside and went about my day...