Title: Tycosa

Day by day I stare I stare---day by day I fear I fear---am I normal am I sane --- am I different or just the same---but with visions of glory and power---from high atop my lofty tower---with friends with scales---and real long tails--- glistening wings and shiny things---they live in forests with hidden falls---from which I hear the creatures calls ---in a hidden valley with mountains like gold---should my story not be told---of a place called paradise---or should it be more precise?