The wid0w spins her silken web Beauty between fine gossamer thread Frost drapes like diamonds glistening in the dusk Enticing… provoking… curiosity a must
Though many see not the shinning array See not the warning the cold frost does display Flying tangled into clinging weave Allowing shinning smile to deceive
As the wid0ws fangs sink in… to end their life
then on to the next…
Come… pray let us tarry a while” The wid0w turns with sparkling frosted smile
Seeking sustenance for heart, body and mind The wid0w seeks to feed on all she finds
Romance, love, passion… hunger all end the same Life near the wid0w a dangerous game
Remember as her fangs reach to feed upon your heart The wid0ws love is always dark
Brings pain and death to all who seek Poisson lurking below exterior meek
A tender husband, love to seek in the dark But tender of flesh… not of the heart For sustenance the wid0w lusts true Who shall feed her next? … Be it you?
But who is caught tightest in this web of style Be it the prey? The lover? The wid0w with frosted smile? If death comes to all who tarry along Tis a lonely smile a lonely song