Latrodectus - the Black Widow
Oh how she spins a web of silk
It glistens in the night,
Her long black legs a work of art
Her body is a sight,
She moves with great precision
As she spins a rapid pace,
For her next victim doesn't know,
What danger they're about to face,
As she completes her web of lust
She views it from afar,
Her legs stretch out in agony
The feeling is bizare,
Her spinnerets are swollen
From all the work they've done,
And if she's very lucky
She will capture more than one,
She hides below wrapped in a ball
Pretending she is shy,
And then an unsuspecting guest
Meets pain until they die...
Copyright © Faith Van Riel | Year Posted 2018
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