She spun a web around my heart
And held it in her grip
I tried real hard to loosen it
But nothing seemed to give
Then the rip that came upon the silk
Was easy, clean and clear
It left me feeling empty
Yet with nothing left to fear
Once before she said to me
Before the full moon sang
To the howls of those lonely wolves
Gently baring their white fangs
That one could not escape her wit
Her sharp and cunning charm
Crafty little spider
Always wanting to do harm
But somewhere in her beauty
Was there grace and calmness still
A mild breeze, a silent air
Just waiting for the kill
Black Widow Spider came to me
Hard and dark as night
Her giant eyes, her spindly legs
Had nothing left, no fright
She tried to spin her web again
But then I got away
If only to be chased by her
Again some other day
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Constellations: A Night's Worth of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems explores the themes of space, nature and a touch of love.