The Black Widow
Caught in her trap again.
Slowly crawling toward me.
Each step my fate becomes more clear.
Who could ever hope for a happy ending.
Minions disguised as butterflies.
Dancing the Devils Dance.
The fog clears as they transform into moths.
Flying away and Abandoning me.
Tricked and caught in her sticky webs.
The more I struggle the more I am doomed.
The poison has entered me and I am forever lost.
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust.
Written By: Christine Goucher
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