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Moon and The Black Widow

I look out my window.

I see my Moon, performing her blinding show.

She is so up high and I'm so down low.

Why is this so?

She is the light illuminating the darkness.

Stripping me of my sadness.

Fueling me with happiness.

Connected by light.

She is the Moon giving me my promised light.

I am the Black Widow stalking prey in the night.

Connected by Moon.

Neither of us seem to get any rest.

It seems we both have an hourglass marked on our chest.

For me its the logo of a predator.

But I'm still nothing but a spider.

For her it represents the time she has left here.

She is the light illuminating the darkness.

Stripping me of my sadness.

Fueling me with happiness.

Connected by light.

She is the Moon giving me my promised light.

I am the Black Widow stalking prey in the night.

Connected by Moon.

The fly's grave is my web.

My instincts end the life he's lead.

Devouring him sends him to the land of the dead.

We are all like flies.

Stuck in this silky web I weave.

She watches me in the darkened  skies.

Thats what I believe.

She is the light illuminating the darkness.

Stripping me of my sadness.

Fueling me with happiness.

Connected by light.

She is the moon giving me my promised light.

I am the Black Widow stalking prey in the night.

Connected by Moon.

Faith takes away my Moon.

I'm on my own.

We had good memories.

But now she must go.

She is gone.

Dusk quickly turns to dawn.

I am utterly alone.

Lost until twilight.

Not all good things last.

She came and went so fast.

Faith takes away my Moon.

Darkness starts to consume.

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