The Conspiracy was a poem by Blind Gallan.
First known excerpt[]
- "There's a spider here
in this corner in that —
her three eyes
tiptoe in darkness,
her eight legs
track my spine,
she mirrors and mocks
my pacing.
There's a spider here
who knows all of me
her web my history full writ.
Somewhere in this strange place
a spider waits
for my panicked flight…" - ―The Conspiracy
Second known excerpt[]
- "This blue city
hides under its cloak
a hidden hand
that holds like stone
a blade envenomed
by the eight limbed Paralt —
the sting brings death
in the span of grief
that marks a final breath —
so this hand defies
sorcery's web
and trembles the gossamer strand
of a spider's deadly threat.
This hand beneath
the blue city's cloak
drives home Power's
gentle balance." - ―The Conspiracy