Consumed By the Widow Spider

Consumed by The Widow Spider The wretches of life are gone, from the weathered of a peaceful place, lived once in a playful soul? Feasting upon his flesh the widow, bite by bite, bit by bit, hurting from inside, he hurt. Does he deserve to be noticed, when he clings to the emptiness of a soul, that he sings. Then a storm came, swiftly it consumed him in the rolling that burns the flesh. The cries of torments are touched, only if it steps outside in a confusion of nothingness. What am I to do in a land that has no care, as a wilder beast searches his prey? Look, look he cries, stumbling and the beast that was near, devoured him, which he desired to take of the nothingness that left him to be. What else he says, what else, he tries to scream. The nothingness did he let out, he fell into a slumber of his bleeding death. His thoughts had wakened. Had he been deceived by the widow spider that spun him up? At his fate, he knows the torments of his death.