~Black Widow~
~Black Widow~
The time of the black widow,
Runs through a red hour glass,
Touch her delicate body it could,
Be your last.
She spins her web high up in the tree,
Waiting for a invader to try to break free.
The lonesome spider sit alone on her throne,
Waiting and watching the insects as they,
Roam for there homes.
The beauty of her color many do not see,
Touch apart of her web and you will never be.
The glistening web is made of silky delight,
Careful where you nest because she has ,
A unforgiving bite.
The widow courts her husband and carefully,
Calls him in,
Once she has had him he lies locked in the web.
A lesson is learned from a black widows fight,
Careful what you wish or you will have no sight.
Inkmaster
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