The Black Widow
She had an aim in her life, To spin a web for her and her alone I thought she could be my wife, But before I Knew it, she was gone! Prettiest Spiders are the most venomous I was caught in the web She was oblivious and tenuous And I died in that ebb. She did not eat me or Suck the blood out of me Maybe she wanted more Than what I could see. For three months she had me In her web of uncertainity I did not want to get out, and I let it be The beauty masked with selfish incongruity.