Legend of White Widow
So, Miss Alanna, you aren't the only one inside,
and you thought I, was some uglier guy.
You should look around, there isn't much time.
I'm as ugly as they come, and I'll keep You alive.
Oh, Miss Mitsopolis,
you're the deadliest kind.
You conceal cold steel,
butterfly, on your thigh.
With a flick of the wrist,
You won't blink an eye.
Oh, Miss Mitsopolis,
You make grown Men Die!
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2022
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