A poem on darkness and spiders

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Black Widow

Part One

In the corner with the darkened space.

There in a lively room.

Peering out into the crowd a lovely face.

Carefully searching for the next to meet his doom.

Then she sees him with his dashing smile.

He is the one she will ensnare.

This she has done for awhile.

She will take him with her sultry smile and feminine flare.

Moving in closer she gets his scent.

She is now in his sight.

He sees she is heaven sent.

This will be an enjoyable night.

As she approaches, she becomes more stunning.

Their eyes lock, she holds his gaze.

She gives that smile, he knows not what she is planning.

Little does he know, numbered are his days.

With a toss of her hair and a sexy wave,

He follows her to the floor.

With a smile she knows he is now her slave.

Willingly he follows her out the door.

To the chapel they will go.

At her place, she takes his love.

With every deceitful ebb and flow

He now sees her from above.

As he admires his new found wife,

Her smile says it all.

Freely he has signed away his life.

A grin she gives knowing he is about to fall.

With one swift striking blow,

His time here is done.

As she watches the crimson blood flow,

She relishes in her cunning fun.

Becca Conner 2014

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