Vincent Dali - The Widow

As she spins her web dew falls to the ground
Day breaks all around

Strings form a pattern of symmetry
Hour glass tilted as time drips into memory

Darling weaves away
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow she spins without a care

The bliss of her kiss winds into despair
Vibration sends a tingle everywhere
Poison, Passion, Bust qualities of Hate, Love, and Lust

The taste of blood seems warm enough to be
Not so surreal that it escapes reality

Obsessive danger in a fling
Hell’s wrath of poison in a sting

Charmed by her reflection in the fallen rain
Eternity of love tortured pain

The seduction of an attractive dame
Feeling immortal and dying in a time all the same

Vincent Dali

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