Choice between war and peace

The spider and the wasp employ their fangs and sting cautiously
The spider hangs precariously
Deliberating over the consumption of the wasp
The wasp, musing on exacting it´s deadly barb seriously

The cobweb is infected by pious bacteria,
 it eats away at the weave, freeing the sanguine hymenopteran
which heaves it´s prong toward the eight legged sentinel
The web starts to tear and both animals vibrate in hysteria

the threads of weave blow toward the low hanging tree
The spider has an easy distance to leap
The wasp is almost free, but pretends his leg is ensnared
So closer does the wiley spider dare to sneak

The ensuing exchange will lead to certain death on both sides
A feast for the constant emmet below as fang and sting collide
For neither creatures could draw themselves away
naming destiny the onus for their fray

The choice between war and Peace
never their´s to make