Ruth warren - The Black Widow

She lurks within the shadows,
spinning her web of lies;
patiently waiting and watching,
for her victims to pass by.

She lures them towards her snare,
with cunningness and skill;
The Black Widow is her name,
and she is hungry to kill.

It doesn't matter to her,
if her prey is married or not;
They are all the same to her,
as in her trap they're caught.

Her Cobweb is her battlefield,
she's spun with care and pride;
She catches her naive victims,
in her web of deceipt and lies.

Her name is well befitting,
for she kills with every strike;
She sucks the life right out of them,
then leaves them there to die.

They're helpless when they are captured,
they lack the will to fight;
and her fangs are poised and ready,
waiting patiently to strike.

Only the strongest of men,
will escape the web she's weaved;
for she crawls into their lives,
as she practices to deceive.

If they are able to free themselves,
she patiently waits for another;
to devour their very minds and hearts,
as she carefully chooses her lover.

Ruth warren

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