The Widow
The temptress searches the earth
For another victim to slay
She slowly weaves her web
Her feast awaits the prey
With her beauty, as her bait
And love, her poison of choice
Her victim begs for mercy
But she doesn't hear his voice
No matter how hard he tries
His screams will go unheard
She kills without emotion
Not uttering a single word
No hope to ever escape
Forever to be her slave
Until the widow chooses
To make her web, his grave
And now, her deed is done
Just like the one before
Another victim arrives
It all begins, once more
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