a poem with a picture of a skull on it

Here's a 30-second horror fantasy short story:"The Shadow Weaver"As I lay in bed, I felt an eerie presence. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Her eyes glowed like embers, and her skin was woven from the very shadows themselves."Who are you?" I whispered."I am the Weaver," she replied, her voice like a mournful sigh. "And you are my next thread."With a wave of her hand, my body began to unravel, thread by thread. I screamed as my very essence was woven into her dark tapestry.When the sun rose, I was gone. But at night, I'd see the Weaver's silhouette, forever trapped in her macabre embroidery.Would you like another?